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hk´w STORY ARATI BIJU BUZZ IN THE BUS Not that I haven’t travelled by the buses in genders, made me shun the area. Kochi, I have run after them, fell on the road in that If one has a curious mind and a keen eye for process, and even got my school changed once observation, the crowd being a heterogeneous one, when my father happened to witness by his own a bus journey can never be boring. eyes my adventurous jumping onto a bus before it stopped. I will never forget his startled expression. School girls get in, looking around for sympathetic faces to Blame it on the 10 years gap of living in lay down their heavy burdens. And if you Dubai and the cosy buses there. Anyhow, for the agree to hold it, you are sure to end up holding more rst time after the ‘break’, when I got in, I had the than one, with your view to the outside world totally shock of my life. I thought I would fall off as soon as I barred. There is one more psychology in holding got in from the doorless doorway. Though I had bags which is applicable to all. That is, if the person held onto the handles, I was swaying like clothes holding your bag gets up to alight the bus, that seat is laid to dry outside on a windy day. I stood there and yours for sure. School girls can be very good actors. wondered. 'What material were these buses were One day, as usual, I stood in the front line. Four of made of ? The parts at the front made quite a them occupied the side seat, with two laying their clamour, heads on the laps of the other two.Those sitting vibrating violently. Finally got a seat adjacent to the driver’s amidst the din, only to upright asking the other two sympathetically if they were ok! repent the idea the very next moment as I too Ok, high school girls, they have their own started vibrating, with my face feeling like it was pains, but I registered their faces in my mind, hoping having an electric massage. But, in order to know to see them again, to know the real Kochi, one has to travel by bus. if it was just a tactic for not giving up their Soon, I started enjoying the journeys; I seats to elders or ladies with kids. Some others sit could balance decently well, but for the new type of there looking outside all through the journey hanging handles which can betray you by making oblivious of those standing beside them. you slide a few feet away at a sudden brake. One afternoon, an old lady stood next to one, I knew I could get seats fairly easily if I stood in the and a woman sitting in the front suddenly lashed out line parallel to the driver. There was one more –“In which standard are you studying? I know from reason in my preferring that place -the which school you are, is this the culture you get from remembered 'unpleasant' experiences from that school…?” adolescence, of standing midway, between the amÀ¨v 2014 The girl still sat there in a trance staring at the 26