Vasantham Vol-3 | Page 28

STORY hk´w see all those strangers around you. Your mother He was infamous for his detestation of school advices you to go to the front and hold on to the and college students. Many a time seeing us school bar in order to escape from the rush. You look kids, he used to pull the bell continuously.. signalling around frequently to see if your mother is there the driver not to stop. He made sure we stood all where she stood. through those 50 minutes it took us to reach school, as During college days, bus journeys become he shouted at those in school uniforms if we sat down. more enjoyable with friends. Problem arises if you But that day, while getting tickets for both of us, get late and you have to get into a crowded one. I saw a different look in his eyes. He was staring at my You get pushed towards the back, and either you grandmother. Then, he sat on the front seat, turned get caressed by someone or spend that entire backwards and asked her- “Teacher, do you journey being conscious of the movements behind remember me?” My grandmother was in the primary you. Expecting an intrusive hand on you anytime. stage of dementia. She didn’t of course recognize him. Newlyweds sit together in men’s seats, the He said that she had taught him. What he said husband with a protective, loving arm around his later still reverberates in my mind. beloved's shoulders. Things change over the years. Like our lady who looked around for her husband. “Teacher, had I studied well at that time, had I but listened to you, I wouldn’t have ended up as a mere conductor in a bus.” Travelling with a child is a unique experience. My mother still recalls bitterly how my My grandmother, with her teacher’s wisdom replied, brother had started crying with hunger. No one “What one becomes in life is destiny, it’s not in would even get up for her, and she had to feed him our hands. But what we make of what we have while standing on the bus. I too had to travel once become is in our hands.” I didn’t know whether to sympathize or to be with my daughter. One lady volunteered to hold her. My girl sat there on that lady’s lap, holding on sadistic at the smile he tried to bring to his face in vain. to my hand with an insecure expression. Quite What she said was so true. We are all suddenly, the lady realized that she had to get frustrated about what we cannot be in our lives and we down at that stop. She just put my daughter down make our lives a hell. on the oor of the moving bus and rushed towards In his case, not just his life, but of all of them whom he the door!! came across, daily. I have never seen him afterwards. The most