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A scene at a bus stand presents a colorful spectacle. It presents not one but many scenes within a scene. A modern bus stand holds a mini bazaar that keeps the would busy during the long hours of the day. Passengers are seen pouring in and going out of the bus stand. A few days ago, I went to see my cousin off at the bus stand. We went to the concerned booking window and my cousin bought a ticket for his destination. As there was little time left for the bust to move, we stood scanning the view around us. Some people were boarding the busses while others were getting down. Coolies made money even for small suitcases which they would not allow to be kept inside the bus. Some people were taking tea or cold drink at begging for a coin or two. Somewhere in one corner, the mother was meeting her daughter. It seemed they were meeting after a long time. We then saw a pick-pocket in the custody of a policeman on duty. In the motion, I said ‘bye’ to my cousin which he lovingly returned. Soon the bus was out of sight. Yet another bus came into motion. The circle goes on till late into the evening. An idler has an uneasy time at the bus stand. An hour at a bus stand provides an interesting study in men and women.
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I normally detest travelling by bus not because it is uncomfortable, but because it gives me a feeling of claustrophobia. However, last month I had to go through this ordeal, on being summoned by my uncle to Delhi. The visit was in connection with my long pending Visa application. Unable to get a train ticket, I was left with no other alternative, but to travel by bus.
Reaching the bus station, I saw a huge queue at the ticket counter. Nestling my briefcase between my legs, I also stood in the queue. The station was milling with people. Some were sitting on benches, on the floor, while still others lay asleep with bags under their head, prepared for an eternal wait. An occasional cow or dog would make a detour of the place, in search of eatables thrown by passengers. They were also bold enough to nibble at the bags. I hated myself to be amidst this squalor. I nudged along in the queue which was advancing at a snail’s pace. There was an occasional fray of temper, as people tried to jump the queue, which made the nudging and jostling more unpleasant.