So here I am ...On the road again...

To all the followers of my blog [which I hope will someday be counted in double digits] .. salaam!!
After a hectic and the most purposeful year of my life...I am again back to square one...

This blog is about one of the most memorable..[i guess..inspirational] instances of my life.

I used to go to coaching center by the bus. Standing on the bus stop used to be one of the most thoughtful moments of my day as I planned in real time what has to be done to win this world..... 3 hrs for strength of materials, 2 hrs for general studies, newspaper can be finished in bus itself and then suddenly the bus comes. This is the moment when you just forget all your worries, emotions and planning. It feels like your first love , emerging from the crowds, honking just for you :P, sweetly meandering in an elegant gait and you just want to 'hop on' ;) So after much of hustling I managed to secure a window seat. I like sitting here even-though you have to inhale 250 grams of pure Delhi earth, but who cares.. you get to see all the beautiful ladies standing on the bus stops.

Lets come to the scene which I was talking about...
As our bus moved, I saw a man on a bicycle...and his wife sitting behind him. What intrigued me was that the lady was holding a mobile phone on the ear of the rider, her beloved. And suddenly all those stories of 'connecting India' came to my mind, how has the mobile changed the lives, now people need to be on the phone even while riding. Maybe, it was so because we always see posters asking us not to talk on phone while driving, and not riding. It looked like he was continuously receiving signals from the traffic controllers. [Wouldn't that be cool, its like piloting a cycle, continuously monitoring the load at both the pedals and then transmitting the signals with the device in the hand of co-pilot who is right behind you].

And then I donned the didactic garb and thought about when will these people learn civic sense, these people are the sole cause of road accidents, these pricks cause the traffic and what not? I mean why the hell can he not stop over, have a nice talk and then again ride?
I don't know why was I even bothered.

Then our bus overtook them and now I could see him front. I saw him smiling blissfully, it expressed nothing but contentment. And my thoughts were in a state of abeyance. Maybe, I just couldn't deal with the multitudes of emotions that I experienced when I saw that the man had only one hand ....
My bus was speeding away... his view blurred...as it got deeply etched into my thoughts...

This again made me ruminate over the classic question ...."What made him so happy?"...maybe future dream...or perhaps his past...or maybe the people around him...his loving consort...i guess he had enough hope to keep him happy...and I sulked into the thought...if only I knew....