this aisle seat was witness!

its funny.. ur in the metal box, the BEST bus; ur absorbed in ur own thoughts regardless of whether ur standing or perched on the cushy seat... ur thinking of stuff as insane as world peace, as trivial as dogs and pigeons mating and as inconspicuous as road kill... ur lost in ur thought and then ... SchrEEcH!.. the driver makes his trademark tyre burning halts as some miscreant was running across the road who obviously lacked peripheral vision that if intact, would have allowed him to see the smalled vehicle on indian roads, the bus!! lumbering toward him.

the brat escaped, but the hapless standing passengers began an impromptu game of dominos and within an instant, they lay awkwardly on the human in front of them in a heap of grunts and MC, BCs .. some who had no idea of the brat's entry, attacked the driver, hurling abuses at the dude who's heart rate was soaring high til the cable tv wires hanging a few hundred feet over the traffic.

i was sitting, i was watching the scene unfold, i saw the brat running.. and right then, i knew the above would unfold. the pigeon and dog in my head stopped their intense activity... ok nt stopped, but they brought it down a good level or 2... i was imagining the tapori upfront swinging in the direction of the so-so attractive lady leaning on the metal post screwd onto the seat... not only did he miss the golden chance the brat brought.. as he fell, his face made awesome contact with the steel flooring of the bus.. and all i could think of was.. right, thats his punishment for countless bus rides he must hav spent ogling at bodyparts and the accidental 'feels and brushes'.

somehow, the idiotic 12-year-old was the messenger of justice and he delivering it with a face crunching bang... all the other's were fine.. and went home with a nice memory.. as did i