Anyway here we are drifting a little away from our quest for information about the bus. We were worried and could not even find anyone having any info about our bus and irony was that many confused families were finding their savior in us. I am not sure, what people see in my face that it happens always. Where ever I go, I find hapless, confused, lost people coming to me, asking about where they should go. Anyway we helped two families finding their right buses. I must say it was a mistake at that moment as within few minutes we were surrounded by various travelers asking about platforms for their bus. Some by destination name, some by Bus Agency's name. We were on a new role to find the right coach for poor public. Damn, why they all are so confused and what would have happened with them, if we would not have been present there. Thanks God for sending us at that right moment there to help the poor, confused public. We were choked by public and hardly getting any fresh air. Its like a bunch of beggars asking another bunch of beggars for money and food. The fuzz caved in shortly and those beggars realized that they are actually pretty rich and we were "The Real" poor ones, who urgently needed some info for their bus and running short on time too. After this enlightenment when people left us with their frustrating and abusive words, we all had a smile on our face. It was still 10 mins for 10:15 and elephants were playing football inside us, we decided to have some quick meal.
While having our meal, we saw a white elephant inside a circle printed in a bus. As the name of our bus was Aerawat as it was printed on the ticket, just a wild thought made me shout " This is our bus for sure. A white elephant is printed on the bus and mythology says that Aerawat is the personal vehicle for Indra Devta. This must be our bus." Turning my collars in heroics and with a winning face, I started running towards the Aerawat.
We had first 3 seats in the bus. just behind the drivers cabin. It was 2 by 2 semi sleeper coach. First VIP, then I and finally Mr. P got on the bus. We were still gasping as it became a little tricky to leave the meal and race up to the bus. As I started my efforts to settle down in my seat, a big loud laugh made everybody curious about the laughter, its reason and the brave man having such a brave laugh. I too turned back with curiosity and found Mr.P has gone mad. He was still laughing insanely without caring for others looking at his seat and its surroundings. It did not take much time in breaking the puzzle, with the clue his gesture and eyes were hinting out. It was the result of having a 45 year old, semi white haired man as his closest neighbor. With all the broken fantasies and the patented luck of a software engineer, we joined the company of similar species of this world, where there is no softer gender. The atmosphere became a little more funny when the man realized he broke P's heart with irritating laugh of P at every 2nd minute and his absurd activities which were surely bothering the gentleman. I begged P, not to embarrass us anymore. Discussing about this strange fate of us, we gradually immersed in sleep.
To Be Continued....
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