The Window Seat

My journey to most of the routine places were always by the "Great" KSRTC. It has been more than 9 years and this city service has never let me down except for certain situations. When I joined my PG, I never thought my mode of transportation will have a drastic change. 

Driving has always been one of my passions, though some including my mom says that I am not a GOOD driver. But I never let myself down with these comments. Everytime I get a chance I make sure that my pleading as a driver is kept in from of my mom. There has been times when she said a big NO. But, later it changed that she is now almost confident with me (again exceptions are there)

By the mid of third semester, I started going to college in my car. Thus, the regular hurdles with the transport bus, sort of, came to an end.But I never thought that I will have to say good bye to those journeys. Nowadays I go with my mom in the autorikshaw as she had broken her leg.

Evenings also weren't with this big companion. Someway or other I missed those trips.

As a coincidence, It happened that I traveled to Technopark, which is quite some distance from the city, in a bus. The journey was unusually through the bypass road.The Akulam bridge and the lake seemed very attractive and new to me.Its not for the first time that I see all these places, but to contemplate all by myself watching these places was indeed a new experience.

The return was also by bus. I wasn't very happy in the beginning of the journey as the hot sun was draining me up terribly. But the window seat is something fantastic.It leads you to think about anything and everything. Entering the Buzz of the city, I dint feel tired. The bus has to take baby steps as the road was jammed with vehicles. Yet the people around me, those who were waiting at various bus stops, all gave me a new life, something which I lost in these couple of months.

Of course, the after effect of long hours under the burning sun is still horrible, but something that was lost inside me, may be the patience to think about others, the fact that its only when you get involved with them that you know how they live, all came back to me.

Things may change, but the urge for long trips at the window seat of a transport bus is one of those very small things which I wouldn't like to let off my life.

Days Ahead

It was a usual holiday. I woke up late . Now that , cooking also became part of my routine, I started thinking of what should be today's menu. Thanks to Amma, she suggested Appam and chatney. Thus went the breakfast. 


I try to take up everything possible. But the moment I start doing it, I get bored. This happened to my latest venture of translating some science workshop scripts for Discovery Channel. The deadlines are nearing and I am still struggling with the first script. Almost 4 untouched ones are looking at me with eager eyes. 


This led me to think why its so with me? Discussions on this with dear ones , warned me that this attitude will affect me if I am to work in an institution. Well, being lazy and careless is one of those very significant characters of a student.Going through the last days of my college, it always alarms me that the privilege of being careless is also leaving me.


I would like to have an extension of this life, but  life doesn't allow me to do so. Just as cooking swept into my routine, many other things which I never wanted to do will get into the routine. The only relief is there is always something out there to know, experience , and finally to get bored too.