POTHOLES!!

The last post was dedicated to my previous abode. This post is committed to my college route bus, and of course the man behind the wheel.
The bus halted just in front of the juice shop on Balfour road, that’s where I get in. Getting in is no big deal, but traveling in that bus for 2 hours entitles me for a citation. The bus resembled an age old wreck with a facial make over. The glass was tinted on one side, making it tough to look inside. But I guess the real reason was to prevent people from looking at the pathetic interiors.
Girls in the front, boys at the back, something very common in this part of the country. The bus rattled forward with a jerk, the journey began, and my miseries too. I have nothing against the bus driver, he does a splendid job of keeping the bus from a conk out. Though at times, when the bus has a close call in the chaotic traffic, his verbiage seems to get acrid. An old man he is, and a short temper he has.
The seats are rock hard, and the back side has to bear the brunt. Each pothole is accompanied with a painful cry and at times, some colorful words. We travel for about two hours (one way), through the cacophony of the city and the panoramic country side.
Blaring horns and obnoxious fumes make up for half the travel time. The other half is spent amidst the purview of the country side. The country side seems anachronous, with large rice fields and cattle driven carts, but the roads here are absolutely pathetic. I mentioned road, as it is the de facto word used to describe a path on which a vehicle travels, but there is no tar road, just mud filled paths with its ups and downs. The dust makes its way through the windows that don’t close, defiling the fabric and the texture, and also dirtying the facial appearance of many, who I am sure, must have spent time and effort on coloring.
With narrow bends and, and breath taking maneuvers the bus gets through the country side, which is the last leg of the journey.
The journey is hectic especially considering the state of the bus and the condition of the seats, though many take a nap while some bibliophiles take to their books, I try both and end up doing nothing effectively.
The college arrives and we are all ready to disembark, after the voyage of a life time that happens twice a day.