Wednesday, September 20, 2006

bangalore puna -bus ride or a memorable journey

usually i take trains between blore and surat
but this day i had to take bus as our tickets didnt get confirmed
when in trains the first thing that we do is to go lookin for name list on the door and find out if there is any girls in our compartments what we usually look for is f 16 to 27 and then go actually in to those compartments and check them out.

kaun bata sakta hai? they may be friendly and we can have someone nice to talk through the journey .till now ive gotten lucky only 2ce
once there was a sports meet in blore and the girls were in our compartment
other time we had 2 israelian ladies as co passengers
both were memorable

so.i packed my stuff takin care that it should be light as it was a bus and got ready for a 24 hour bumpy ride.the bus was comfortable and all . with me on right was dhaval and on my left side sitting all by herself was a beautiful girl wearin a bright yellow t-shirt and baggy pants(the comfy choice for a long bus journey).the passage was between us.

before it left blore i called up most of my friends and told them goodbyes and stuff.me n dhaval exchanged what we did in the holidays.all this time i was lookin for n oppurtunity to talk to this gurl.it never came as she was always on phone talikn wid some one in marathi.. so i got my colin forbe novel out and startd readin...movie lagaya bus wale ne an i reluctantly watched sunny deol outsmart as well as outmaneuver a whole 'paltan' of pakistani terrorists..
fianlly at 10 pm we stopped for dinner at a hotel in tumkur.dhaval said " this is the chance da . u must talk to her ".i said " ok. we'll see".

then we went in and spotted her sitting alone a bit uncomfortable maybe at the prospect of eatin alone . as dhaval never takes initiative with girls i went near her table and asked whether she minded us joinin her for dinner. she was grateful for the company .thats when we introduced ourselves and she told that her name and told us that she teaches german and has been doin that for an year,she was goin back to her home after a long stressful half year ..bus me to chalu ho gaya mein.

i find it very easy to make acquintances and even easier to convert them into nice friends in no time. we started chattin and she told me about her job and stuff. we came back to bus and chatted for a long time.. she turned out to be a very interestin and bindaas person. she rode bikes(fiero favourite) ,her office was in leela palace which is a well known place ..thats it ..raat 1 baje tak baat shaat chal raha tha .

from then on at all breaks we got out together had food and refreshments and stuff.by 11 am we were chattin about girls in our college and her friends. at some places we also shopped . she got some solapuris(old styled sandals) and i got a lot of snacks.i never minded the bumpy rides in between as i had a wonderful company..well what can i say the time flew by and soon we entered maharastra and she was supposed to get down at pune..

when we stopped at places in maharastra she started speakin in marathi with waiters and vendors and told me that it was a really good feeling to be able to speak in marathi with ppl after a long time..well near pune there were a lot of ultimately beautiful views of hills and greenery..she pointed to some hills and told abt them .. i didnt get their names but found out that its really easy to climb them and that we can have a hell of a picnic at top if we go with friends..

chalo finally pune came and we said good byes and off she went..
so a 24 hour forgettable bumpy bus ride from blore to surat was converted into a really memorable expierence about which i could write a blog of this length..
u know u get to meet really nice ppl not only in train but also in bus.. so keep travellin....

2 Comments:

Blogger xtremely_insane said...

u don't need me to introduce u to good gals ck.....u have a lot of travelling to do :) ...

10:06 AM  
Blogger Raghuram K Belur said...

though you always check for f(xx) (range of xx depends on ppl to ppl),
you always end up with talkative aunties and crying children... aint it

9:59 AM  

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