Transportation in kolkata has become an ulcer for me these days. Not that it was any better five years down the line but back then i spent most of my time scurrying off the pedlar occupied pavements of Howrah trying to get to school on time. But now I guess i suddenly grew up, now suddenly the realisation has dawned on me that the buses in kolkata is an Ulcer after all.
Now I have to make an effort to wake up on time, and make an effort to skip breakfast to run early in the morning to catch the bus to college. But then its a "process" as i find to get to college.
There are no direct buses getting there. So i have to constantly walk the 4 stairs up and down constantly when the bus reaches where it should have reached long before at least to my expectations. But fuck my feelings!
I dunno if its just me but i fnd kolkatans lazy. Generations of fish proteins in the intestines have so modified the "bangali-genes" that even on the roads they move like fishes as if suspended in a fluid medium. In offices their fingers move as if little fins scurrying muddy water.
So anyway they sit in the bus half in coma, submitting to the mercy of the eternal cunning man who drives the bus at his own will.

Is it just me that i wonder who keeps looking at my watch while on the bus!
or is it just the Kolkatans who love to sepend a substantial fraction of their lives on the bus and the other fraction on the dining table eating fish curry.

I beg the pardon of every man i have scorned and every soul who read this far uttering a "sala"in their mind.

But i had to write this you know.

This will be my epitaph before i submit myself to the society of dead ambitions.

p.s: long live "jinnabad-jinnabad" :-)