Back to my undergrad college days when I used to travel by the BMTC buses to commute to college. (BMTC is Bangalore Metropolitan Transportation Corporation. For those who don't know.) It was a usual day and I think I wanted to go to the Bangalore Market and ten take a bus to Banaswadi .... that was where my friend lived. These Market buses are usually crowded with the village illiterate people. The ladies who sell flowers, handmade baskets, small accessories etc. They live their village life tuned to the city life. Kumkum that spreads to about quarter of the forehead, bangles which are about half a centimeter think and keep tingling in the crowded bus, Beetle nut in the mouth which gives a red color and the odor from them would be as if they haven't taken bath for about a week. Usually they think that the city people are smart and they have to fight in order to get their places in the bus. I prefer to leave place for them and stand aside. It so happened that day that .... a lady with a basket of flowers was standing beside me. She managed to push the basket under the first row of the seat. When the conductor asking for tickets, she pulled out a crippled note from her clothe made wallet. I can't say how many times the note must have been folded. She waved at the conductor for ticket. When the conductor where she wants to go, she said " Markattu" ... meaning Market.
He said, "Innu ondu rupayi kodu". (You have to give me another Rupee). She asked him " Enappa .... 2.50 rupaayee maadko?" (Meaning why don't you make it Rs. 2.50!!??) . I was so surprised to see the lady bargain with the conductor. :)
It was so funny to see someone bargain on a bus ticket price just like the vegetables price or some other commodity. Well, there do exist such people. :)
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