EeewwWWw…… came out of my mouth suddenly when a woman stepped
on my foot. She did not even understand why I was turning red. Well, I was
in a local bus of Karachi. It’s not like that I was travelling in a bus for the
first time. But, yes it gone a few years experiencing it.
At last, I got a seat that was somewhat suitable too. Still,
30 minutes more were required to reach my stop. Surprisingly, that half an hour
was a little optimistic for me. I started to think the local buses as a ‘blessing’……….
Do not raise your eyebrow……….yes, I said a B-L-E-S-S-I-N-G!!
With nearly 40 percent of the society recognized as a middle
class, it would be a real blessing for Pakistanis to travel miles and miles against
Rs. 20 only. Isn’t it? I found people sharing their stories and real-life
problems to the strangers during their go. I wonder how many colors of people
are living in a city. All with different mind sets, different languages,
different attitudes, different accents, different attire and different
backgrounds. No office or university will show you that much diversity than a
few minutes travelling in a bus.
What I learned the most of all the encounters with buses is ‘patience’.
Your mother will teach you to offer your seat to an older woman or to a lady
with baby in her hand or even to a girl who is not feeling so well, but she
will never tell you how to behave when you see a child with a running nose standing
close to you or a maid who is sweating a lot after a whole day earning bread
for her children or a kid who has started to vomit unexpectedly. It all
happens! Here is the time to apply all the religious and moral lectures that
you have been listening throughout your life.
Every time I get off from a bus, I find myself far more
grateful to God than before. I have decided to travel more often in local
buses, not only to get through new experiences but also to burn my calories.
HaHaHa…. Yeah 30 minutes in a bus works equal to 30 minutes wrapping a sauna
belt :D….. and with no side effects;) Am I right?
