In the Bus of Fame, on May 4th, 2011..

Here's something I want to write about. Yesterday I did something that even I asked myself -'Woah Alifia, is that something you did!' Moments of such truth only geniuses face, though. Anyway. Read on.

During yesterday's bus journey, it was an awesome experience that I came face-to-face with. These days I take a bus to commute back from work. A difficult day that I anyway had at work, now I get into a bus that will take me to my haven, and I'm all set to unwind for the day, starting right in the bus, or so I believe.

Whilst seated in the nearly empty bus, I notice that two young-looking men, eye me with a slight look. For the purpose of ease, let's refer to them as one clad in white and another in black. For a good twelve-fifteen minutes, they are upto some strange behaviour- the white clad takes out a stack of 100 rupee and 500 rupee notes, finishes counting them, and puts it back. The black-clad meanwhile sizes up me and the girl sitting beside me from head to toe.

After a point, it really got so annoying, that this paved way for me to get determined about not sitting quietly in the bus. Spurred to take an action which i immediately did, I realised that I have an 'Eve-teasing Complaint Helpline number' on me. And with the ubiquitious mobile phone, to reach them was just a call away.

I give a call, not to my surprise,though much to the delight of the girl sitting next to me. She gets much alerted, when she realised that I made a call to an 'eve-teasing helpline'. Taking her positive vibes to my advantage, I make it a point that now together the two of us need to aware other fellow-travellers about the turn of events at this point. I find that I need to shout, and so I do. And the good bus conductor comes to intervene and eventually to the rescue of both of us. But after much hullabaloo, and frantic efforts by these by-chance taporis, we see them hanging down their heads in shame and waiting for the bus-stop where it is the easiest for them to get down.

I get down at my stop, with a thanks on my lips to the good conductor and that amazing girl who was sitting at my side, and with a heart swelling with pride. While I walk down, and quench my thirst at a coolbar, with a quick fig-drink, I remember to also thank the heavens, for being with me while I was at it!