Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Bus Ride: A Good Family Entertainer


Emerging tired from the examination hall, I trudged towards the Jaya Nagar bus stand to catch a bus for Indira Nagar. I thought if I take the packed Bangalore city bus now approaching, I can avoid waiting in the equally crowded  bus stand. I then bulldozed my way into the bus, soon to realize that it was filled with long-distance commuters, I cursed my luck. Inside the bus, my attention was drawn to a Tamil family that consisted of a woman in her mid thirties, her elderly mother, a 10- year old daughter and, a seven - year old son. Except for the little boy in somebody else's lap, they were all just hanging on to straps, bars, other people's shirt-tails and shoulders.

The lady looked quite attractive and charming in a white salwar-kurta set, with a purple flowered dupatta  She was wearing shiny gold bangles; a pair of diamond studs adorned her earlobes. Around her neck was the typical (kodi) that married Tamilians wear.The glittering accouterments led me to believe that they maybe NRIs. I was soon undeceived,  for I heard them conversing in a fluent mixture of Tamil, Hindi and English. They must be from the North,  I thought.  For I had myself lived for a considerable length of time in UP,  and this was the precise mixture of languages we then used.  It brought back pleasant memories of my girlhood days,  before we moved to the South, and I got married,  erasing  this delightful form of communication from my repertoire.
 The lady looked smart and efficient----probably a housewife,  a working journalist,  a computer programmer or perhaps, all rolled into one. She certainly had the look of a well- organised person ---- a good home-maker,  a loving mother and a perfect wife (none of which I am).
 By now,  the bus had reached M.G.Road and the rush of humanity seeking the exit pushed me closer to the Tamil family. Near Ulsoor, the lady and her little daughter got to sit.  It was going to be a long halt to allow the innumerable people to get  in and get out of the bus.
     Sitting down, the lady, spotted an elderly woman known to her,  apparently waiting for another bus, just a little distance away from the active melee near our bus. The lady exclaimed excitedly, "Look, there is Juju patti!
Children say hello to Juju patti."  Equally excited , the children, on seeing the patti shouted  " Hello Juju patti, how are you"?
   The patti ( grandmother) was thrilled by this unexpected meeting . She dared not to come close to the bus and the seething crowd, but started gesticulating in a highly animated  fashion, insisting that they must visit  her house, she would not forgive them if they didn't. This was followed  by nodding of heads and waving of hands.
 Meanwhile, the children's grandmother joined in the pantomime, complementing patti on the beautiful sari she wore . In turn,  the patti with her excellent miming,  conveyed where the sari was bought, for what occasion, and who presented  it to her. Not a word had passed the lips of the actors in this delightful little drama.  I thoroughly enjoyed the entertaining tableau before me.
 My journey was nearing its end. Within less than an hour of our shared bus travel, I had come to know and like the family. I stepped off the foot board, disappointed to see that they were not getting down too. To this day, I least regret having caught that crowded bus.

(This was published as a "Middle" in Indian Express many years ago).

Whenever, I am travelling somewhere, or I am waiting in some clinic, watching people around me never fails to fascinate me. I never get bored or irritated of "people watching", for  it is so much fun and the entertainment and ideas for my blogs, that I get are absolutely free.
 I have got plenty of ideas just by travelling and watching people. I can never bring myself to read books while travelling, for I never like to miss the scenery or the people I come across during such journeys.
 I leave you  with some random travel pictures:





                                                Waiting inside the bus, and " people watching"