Recently I took a trip to Baroda, the neighbour district of Ahmedabad (though not very near neighbour, there are 2 more district between them). It was supposed to be a business visit, as I was going for interacting with bank management for my project work. But there was also a thought somewhere in the back of my mind that I may see one of my friends living there, although the odds were heavily against it.
One more bank employee was supposed to go with me and we decided that we will meet at police post near Subhas bridge (meeting place has nothing to do with his or mine background), even though I never knew where in Ahmedabad is subhas bridge located. So on the morning of visit, after an hour of searching and after changing three autos, I reached the police post (though I never saw any bridge, leave alone Subhas Chandra Bose. All I saw there was a policeman extracting money from a helpless motorist..)..
Cutting short… We reached the bus stand and looked for ticket counter as neither of us has gone before there. We took two tickets of express highway bus. The single most striking feature of this bus was that there was no conductor in it. Would you believe it..?? I have never sat in bus which doesn't have conductor. Even a Volvo has one, and this was just a state bus. But the good thing was that only the limited no of tickets were issued and everybody has his (or her) seats pre assigned. So there was no commotion, no putting handkerchief on the seat, etc.
Cutting short… The bus started without any hiccups or pushing from the back. As usual, once every one settled down, I started doing what we guys normally do in such circumstances. And there she was. Just 2 seats in front of me was sitting a beautiful girl with her mother. She was wearing a yellow sari ( I mean the mother) .. The girl was very nicely dressed in jeans and top. ( now, don’t ask me the color..who remembers the color in such situation. And what difference does it make). She was having difficulty in adjusting her luggage, and before I could offer my service and score brownie points, her mother stood and helped her..(Now, why do mothers have to help…. what are we guys for.. cant they just sleep…)
......to be continued....
2 comments:
Oye part 2 kab likhoge.....
Inteha hogayi intejaar ki,aayi na kutch khabar mere yaar ke blog ki... Baat kutch aage badi kya nahin us Yellow sari wali ki ladki se????
Atleast blog ke end mein precap to likh do...
kya kare ayus tum ladko se protect karne ke liya thoda moms ko dyaan dena parda hai,nahi to tum guys ko time pass karne main time nahi lagege.
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