Yawn!!!

Yawn...... its Monday again ..... another yawn!! .... I yawn so much that it has become a part of my identity now. And whenever I yawn I still see around to see if some one has caught me yawning .In college one of our class professors used to tell us that yawning is infectious just like a smile and as soon as he finished saying this he caught me yawning, the madness dint end up there. He found himself yawning as the class progressed and blamed poor me for his yawning. The only crazy explanation that I give people who ask as why I yawn so excessively. I tell them that I need a lot of oxygen than any other creature on this planet and the fact that I have a Roman nose the breathing passage is narrowed and therefore I open my mouth to take a lot of oxygen in. Phew !!! That was a long explanation. “Aab dubara math puchna.......”

Another bus ride of mine to Chennai from Hosur has come to an end. I accept that I lie a lot, a lot of crazy lies I would have said in the past but when I talk about Hosur to Chennai journey believe me !!! because its now say the nth time that I would have traveled on the same route an now have confidence of that of Mandira Bedi in a sleeveless blouse on Sony Max.

Teach by example ,one of our class teachers in school used to follow this diligently. However I am not Raju Srivastav who can observe people who travel from Hosur to the rest of South India and enact the same to let you know that their stares can be very annoying. Never travel on this route wearing a Levi's T-shirt and jeans you might land up getting stares that might even make a eunuch feel uncomfortable in these buses. For that reason anything coming close to a trendy blue colored denim and a jazzy t-shirt might land you up in a soup. I mean its a sin to travel in such clothes in these buses where most of the people around you have some links to the stone age, besides believe me its very uncomfortable traveling in low hip jeans, specially if you have a wallet which is filled with “chillar” like mine u might land getting an impression of a 2 rupee coin imprinted on your butt. And yes it hurts a lot. The only comfortable attire would be a LUNGI(PREFERABLY WHITE) raised to threatening heights to show off your hairy legs. People here would not stare at you even if say you have tied ur lungi in such a way that it shows the border of your underwear. This is perfectly ok !!!!

Keep your high class status and etiquettes at home an travel on this route. Its indispensable for the driver not to play a Vijay's(Tamil hero) movie which is filled with brainless comedy and tribal dance steps. I mean for the ladies if you are the feminist types please avoid traveling on these route as some of Vijay's dialogues can be hazardous to your health. If your are the one who appreciated movies like "water" and "name sake" please carry cotton along with you so that you can plug your ears with it and can sleep through out the journey. But I think this wouldn't help. The volume levels here are so high that you can hear the dialogues and the screams of the heroines subduing the sound of the engine. I have traveled through this route so many times that I have found a new past time in the form of Vijay’s movies. I mean they are wholesome entertainers, brainless comedy, "long lectures to women and men " and yes soccer type of fights I have seen it all and have some how accepted it all in a very subduing manner because I know a majority of people like the same and that’s the way the society of ours is.

Half way through I had to change buses and at Vellore I had boarded another bus, the seats in these buses can be very cramped and it seriously makes no difference whether you stand for sit both the ways you gonna have a bad back ache which might leave you walking like an ape for a few hours. I ran and got into this bus only to be shown the footboard of the bus. This slow mind of mine took a few moments to actually realize that the driver was signaling me to sit on the steps for the whole journey. I sat down on the steps and the bus started.

Me, getting set on the foot-board turned out be a blessing in disguise. With cool wind blowing directly on my face I stared into the darkness of the villages that the bus passed by. It was as if the whole life of mine has come to standstill. Nothing was happening around everything appeared so very much in my control. No longer were the anxious thoughts of mine or the most vicious ambitions of mine troubling me from behind. I felt free. I felt re-born. It was one of the journeys that I shall remember for long and though it might seem to some of them as a very uncomfortable yet for me it was an experience from which I learnt being less anxious and ambitious in life. I mean It really does not matter to me anymore seeing some one more competent, successful or perfect than I am cos I know in the end what matters in life is your inner happiness and how you choose to live life .Not all might agree with you. You might get criticized but then again in the end it depends upon your ability to get over it and be yourself and not loose urself in the crowd.