The other day I saw my cousin’s childhood pics and slipped into the memories of the colony where I spent my childhood. I can’t remember why but I am feeling so nostalgic about the busses in which I travelled helluva times. The first time … hmmm … I may not remember exactly, but it has to be when I started going to the Kindergarten School. I can remember few days very vaguely. My grandma accompanied me to the school and I keep crying. “I don’t wanna go to the school …. Buhuuu”. My grandma had to come with me for probably few days. After a week I complained to her that my mom was not accompanying me. I probably wanted all my family members to study at the Kindergarten school along with me. That was funny. The bus driver started yelling at my grndma. “How many days are going to come to the school? WE are supposed to admit only kids into the bus!!!.” I don’t really remember when she stopped coming with me to the school. I remember the bus stop which was right beside the house. Whenever we missed the bus just by a few mins of time, we had to run to the next bus stop to catch the bus. In the evening time, we had so much fun in the bus. As kids, we used to play Charlie chaplin, aa meena … and so many other games. There was another fantasy; we kept jumping when we knew there was a hump on the road. When the bus passed through the hump, we jumped high. Getting thrown up high in the air, made us feel so happy. :-) It feels so silly now. As years flew by, playing such games started to become rare. Now we made groups, chatted, shared silly talks, laughed. There used to be few days when the transportation department of the company which that owned these buses came for a checking. Only the students who had the right bus pass were allowed into the bus. I don’t remember why exactly but I used to never have the bus pass with me the right day…. the day when the check used to happen. There were no cell phones you know, to call papa and complain. Sometimes we came home walking all the way from the school because we were thrown out of the bus. That was fun too. I remember leaving my cello water bag somewhere in the way once while walking. I had to hear the usual words from mom “Totally irresponsible girl!! How can you drink water from water bag and forget the water bag on the road bench? I am not going to get the costly water can again for you!”
Then when we were studying 8th standard or so travelling in bus became a very trivial way to get to school. We needed a bicycle. The bicycle felt like a Lamborghini car in those days. Though dad bought the bicycle for me, I was the owner of it. Now starts the fun. Racing over bicycles, running into each other’s bikes, showing off to the juniors. :-) Oh, I cant give the count of the number of times I fell off from my bicycle!!
Every Sunday these buses used to get people in the colony to Town. It was the place where we got most of the groceries and did our shopping. There used to be a bus every hour to the town and a bus every hour from the town to the colony. We bought our charts, pens, pencils, etc from town. I can still remember the first HERO pen I bought :-) It was from the book store in Town!!
I wanted to pen these wonderful days to share it with you. Everyone has such wonderful days never to be forgotten.
