'' chala kuthe , kuthe zaychay?'. ''MBP,'' I said and gave the conductor a 100 rs ka note .He said , ''kya saab subhe subhe ? Ruko'' (Wait till i get the change from other passengers ). This whole bus journey from my place till MBP Business park in new Bombay had become a daily routine since past few days .I could very well catch the bus from the first stop , sit where ever i wish , buy the regular ticket from the regular same conductor. And set on to the journey for my brand new office. All through my journey , I could hear the stories of yesterdays IPL game , the shuffle in the point table , the sound of the old lady somewhere chanting her daily Hanuman mantra dissolved in the other sound of child crying , conductor asking for ticket . While the regular guy whose headphones echoed the sound out from his ears and mouth as well . Also I could not miss the engine sound going with you as you travel in motion with the bus . But there is so much in life that you could hardly hear this sound. Its almost there , but still you cant hear it.Besides this I also cant forget the Airoli bridge , Wherein i saw the lake passing through beneath the bridge .And the most congenial part of it was the panoramic view wherein the bus is exactly at the mid of the bridge and you could almost get a view where the sky dissolves into water .the whole scene appears to be one body ,as one soul no difference created .That moment is such a great pleasure for eyes . But the moment lasts for few seconds and the bus passes through. From long time I had been planning to take my camera and come over that mid way to capture an early morning snap on a weekend.But its still something that's been in the plan list and i have yet to do that .
As and when the days passed , I could get familiar few similar faces . Regularly halting at their destined spot, as usual . And among such men i eventually got to make a friend , a good friend i would say. He also worked at the business park, i guess .Taking the bus from airoli depot , he used to sit aside of me. Then we used to talk at times , discuss the tales of cricket , exchange songs , in fact i was amazed when he said he too liked The Beatles .We got well acquainted .But then after quite some months he didn't turned on and then I realized neither i knew his name nor his number
But besides all of this fun fair in the bus , there was a girl. Whom i used to observe. In fact she was indeed like the moon I use to observe during the nights, when i was a kid . As i walked , unknowingly the moon used to follow me . It was there some where in the sky with me , without me also . creating a some kind of mischief in my mind. After a few quite observations . I could get that , she took the bus at the old age home stop and get down at the business park Which was indeed my stop also .She was like that kind of girl whose first sight made my heart slip through . I had never felt so great about girls before. Her face was as pure like the rose petal floating in the milk, while her hair were as smooth as silk. I could literally sense that without even getting a touch of them . Indeed i feel this was some kind of thing that i might be hyperbole , but then it was like that..At times i even sit behind her or somewhere near to her , where she used to sit. And it was then, that i heard her voice for the first time . And i came to know that she was Maharashtraian , i guess she had been speaking with her mother .
She said, ''ho ga aai pakka yete lavkar , tujha birthday aahe mahit ahe mala '' and then she smlied for long seconds and kept the call.Nowadays i could get a clear glimpse of her , It was something that i started enjoying .
Some times in life we really don't know, if we want the person whom we like or love should love in return of it . Or be a sort of couple .After a couple of months of clear , unclear , uni-clear observation, i even used to get a seat aside of her. It was just then my mind would get excited and start jumping with random thoughts like,will she talk with me ? should I ask her name ? will she even concern who I am ? Does it makes sense for a girl like her to accept such kind of strange friend requests in a bus , and what not.
I literally used to waste the whole sessions . All this thoughts used to stop me having a conversation with her, being a friend with her.
But later as the days rolled I applied for TCS and got a call . And routine changed then , the office is at andheri . And now when i recall these days , I fell no necesscity of being in love with her .In fact all and all in this process I came to know that ,what i wanted was not her being mine. But it was how deep love could be .
For me , I never had a true love ( I don't feel to call a 'girlfriend' herein) until i met nitisha.and got well acquainted with her.Things changed then.I didn't even know the name of lady in the bus , and i have no idea if we ever will pass our roads . But then there would be a memory, that she made my bus journey interesting .
As and when the days passed , I could get familiar few similar faces . Regularly halting at their destined spot, as usual . And among such men i eventually got to make a friend , a good friend i would say. He also worked at the business park, i guess .Taking the bus from airoli depot , he used to sit aside of me. Then we used to talk at times , discuss the tales of cricket , exchange songs , in fact i was amazed when he said he too liked The Beatles .We got well acquainted .But then after quite some months he didn't turned on and then I realized neither i knew his name nor his number
But besides all of this fun fair in the bus , there was a girl. Whom i used to observe. In fact she was indeed like the moon I use to observe during the nights, when i was a kid . As i walked , unknowingly the moon used to follow me . It was there some where in the sky with me , without me also . creating a some kind of mischief in my mind. After a few quite observations . I could get that , she took the bus at the old age home stop and get down at the business park Which was indeed my stop also .She was like that kind of girl whose first sight made my heart slip through . I had never felt so great about girls before. Her face was as pure like the rose petal floating in the milk, while her hair were as smooth as silk. I could literally sense that without even getting a touch of them . Indeed i feel this was some kind of thing that i might be hyperbole , but then it was like that..At times i even sit behind her or somewhere near to her , where she used to sit. And it was then, that i heard her voice for the first time . And i came to know that she was Maharashtraian , i guess she had been speaking with her mother .
She said, ''ho ga aai pakka yete lavkar , tujha birthday aahe mahit ahe mala '' and then she smlied for long seconds and kept the call.Nowadays i could get a clear glimpse of her , It was something that i started enjoying .
Some times in life we really don't know, if we want the person whom we like or love should love in return of it . Or be a sort of couple .After a couple of months of clear , unclear , uni-clear observation, i even used to get a seat aside of her. It was just then my mind would get excited and start jumping with random thoughts like,will she talk with me ? should I ask her name ? will she even concern who I am ? Does it makes sense for a girl like her to accept such kind of strange friend requests in a bus , and what not.
I literally used to waste the whole sessions . All this thoughts used to stop me having a conversation with her, being a friend with her.
But later as the days rolled I applied for TCS and got a call . And routine changed then , the office is at andheri . And now when i recall these days , I fell no necesscity of being in love with her .In fact all and all in this process I came to know that ,what i wanted was not her being mine. But it was how deep love could be .
For me , I never had a true love ( I don't feel to call a 'girlfriend' herein) until i met nitisha.and got well acquainted with her.Things changed then.I didn't even know the name of lady in the bus , and i have no idea if we ever will pass our roads . But then there would be a memory, that she made my bus journey interesting .
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