After 8 long years...

No, this is not one of those nostalgic posts about finding old friends or bumping into your college crush like some of you might have thought...so much for you and your thoughts...that doesnt happen so easily in real life... This is a post about a very nice ride I had, the other day, in good old BMTC.
I was forced to take take the BMTC the other day from the airport to Majestic , hamstrung as I was by lack of any other means of transport and more so because, for some strange reason, I thought it might be a nice idea to travel by a local bus for a change. This was my first trip by public transport in over 8 years and I dont remember the last time I took one. I had to wait for over half an hour at the airport road bus stand, but it was well worth the effort. I had heard a lot about the BMTC Volvo service from my brother, and decided that I would give it a try when I saw one (Route No. 333 E ) approaching.
Neat, comfortable and spacious, this is a wonderful paisa-vasool travel option, if you have the time. The conductor is neatly dressed and is nice to you while issuing tickets. There is FM radio which is constantly playing in the background and an enterprising business house has put up a LCD TV screen that keeps screening ads and other tidbits. Apparently the plan is to ensure live news coverage in these buses in the coming months.
For a meagre 20 bucks, I travelled welll over half the distance to my house. A rick from airport to my house typically costs me about 130 bucks, but I managed the distance in less than 50 bucks and even that was only because I was too tired to take another bus from Majestic to my house and ended up taking a rick.
All in all, kudos to the BMTC. Now if only they could ensure enough numbers of such buses plying and maybe get a bus-hostess or two around (not a bad idea :) ), we would all be more than willing to ditch our cars and bikes, wouldnt we?? :)

Change..No!

Change is always difficult. It’s a cliché, I know, but it’s still true. One tends to understand the profundity of the statement only when confronted with a situation that demands change; and it only gets worse if it is forced and unwanted. I encountered one such possibility last week. It can cause needless tension. Normalcy is questioned. Predictability is shaken.
Even for somebody like me with pretty much a set daily life, labeled boring by many, change is uninvited. It is a very irritating prospect if something is forced upon you without you asking for it. I can list out a few things I wouldn’t mind being receiving without asking for, but the irritating change prospect I was faced with last week was definitely not on that list. And how the hell do you look at the bright side of change when you hadn’t asked for it in the first place?
It took quite a bit of coaxing, but I finally changed my mobile number yesterday and got an official connection :(