Careless Whispers

Only one year working and I’ve developed such a taste for comfort that after n number of ordinary bus journey to Patna, I decided that I couldn’t settle for less than an A/C bus this time. Should’ve been wary of the Bihar Tourism bus though, the dripping water from the f***ing A/C vents made me wiser for the return journey.
I reached Nand Lal Chapra at 4 30 in the morning and as advised by Guta Singh I got down in the secluded part of the highway, in retrospect, would’ve been much wiser if I had gone to the town instead. Ne ways after repeatedly calling Guta for what seemed like an hour he finally woke up and then after waiting for wat again seemed like an hour he finally came down to receive the V.I.P guest. Back in Guta’s home I realized he is a true reflection of his family, everyone was so warm and loving. Uncle was obviously very busy and I did not get to interact much with him, but bhaiya, didi and aunty were all very caring and lively ppl.
Back to the story as soon as I reached his place Guta Singh declared I was going to be didi’s chauffer (driver snds too lowly) for the day, that did not happen entirely, but yes I did end up driving for most part of the day. Jha had made himself useful and reached home but sri sri Buddha ji maharaj wanted a chauffer to come up and pick him up, and that moment onwards I drove and drove and drove…
The other highlights of the day,
Sharing a sutta with Jha after ages,
The spell bound, childlike attention of Buddha while I was narrating my Mumbai escapades
Meeting the “Tez tarra, tez dhaar” another product of Guta’s ‘social’ Singh’s friend factory – Jyoti
The timely and opportune jokes of Shankhu
The leg pulling of Ravish
And obviously the marriage itself.
Guta Singh being the brides brother was obviously burdened with more important things in life and while he was ably supported by Jyoti, for the rest of us, apart from the rare SOS calls it was fun all the way.
BTW the jodi made a very nice couple, the groom looked almost as smart as didi looked beautiful.

Apart from the fact that i almost missed my bus back to Ranchi (courtesy Guta Singhs scooter breaking down mid way to the bus stand), those two days were full of fun and masti, almost like college re-visited

The chicks are fine, but u need more than that to make a journey interesting, this one is tourney out to be a pretty boring one. Every now and then I get out of the coach, sit on the gate for a little while, catch a breeze of fresh air and capture the sceneries around in my cell, but after a while when I come inside, its again the same dreary atmosphere. I tried to strike a conversation with a few arnd me but nothing lasted more than 5 mins. Not very optimistic about abt things changing much, but one thing for sure from this low things can only improve (as they did later when I got into a chat with another uncle, Kgp alumnus, who was traveling with his family that also included a hot daughter)
The main problem with striking a conversation with when one starts a conversation with someone is that it inevitably comes to what are u doing, what have u done sort of questions and then in becomes hard to keep words like IIT and IIM out of the conversation. If its left to that its fine but invariably the other person either totally embarrasses u buy showering praises, or else starts trying to prove he/she is better off. Get a life dude, I’m not interested and I did not even want to bring up the subject, all my enthu then vanishes.
BTW u must’ve surely heard 99% of the grls in the world are beautiful the rest 1% are in my college. A similar analogy can be drawn in my compartment, but since I believe all the grls in this world are beautiful, there is a slight change in the wordings – Almost all the grls in this compartment are gorgeous, the not so beautiful one has a seat just beside me :(
The babe I had talked about in the “uncle ji” post has other babes frnds, who have come calling on to her. So I’ll put my pen down now and concentrate more on the “scenic beauty”
After thought – out of the 5 grls that I’m seeing right now, its hard to determine which one is the best. (puppy note I guess the mini Bombay thing is true after all)

Continuing with the posts I had written in the train, here is Part two of that journey...

There are people around me talking about engineering; talking about Chemical engineering, there is one particular uncle ji, a Mr. Know it all (maybe he is), who is constantly advising a babe kinda creature as to what engg is all about, what the job scenario is and similar stuff. Most (I’ll give him credit, not all) of it is fart, but I remember how I felt as a fresher out of school to such advice.
Their seat is in the next lot of 8, a lil far off, had it not been for the chick, I wouldn’t have even cared what’s going on there but now I think it’s my moral responsibility to undo at least part of the damage that has been done. I’ll do it tomorrow, there is still one and a half day to go before I’m finally Bangalored.
BTW uncle ji is also very vociferous about women’s rights and their empowerment, in the little while I’ve eavesdropped there have been references from Rani Lakshmi bai to Kiran Bedi to Kalpana chawla, to name a few.
Another hero is now into frame, he’s in to advertising, after listening to a bit on what is branding and advertising all about, uncle ji has again decided to take the centre stage. Like all passionate Indians his line of thoughts is heavily influenced by cricked and movies. Being an oldie, Amitabh B is the obvious choice, a local flavour is added by the invent of Dhoni in the discussion, and being a loyal local, Tata is obviously not very far from his thoughts.
I give in, the randomness of his thoughts, his imaginative prowess and astounding creativity is too difficult to capture on a piece of paper. I’ll stop trying that, but one thing for sure, the journey is not going to be boring ;)