13.0 Bus Memories. Breath Well & Travel By Bus With Crazy Nuts.

It was a good experience for us to traveling by bus on school days. We used to share our thoughts, stories and day to day experiences with each other during this journey. Most of the times we had many reasons to laugh for small things. We noticed some boys who were on the bus halts and gave nicknames to them even though they did not know anything. One boy's nickname was 'Rose' and, we gave that name because of his girly look. We enjoyed the environment as well. The green mountains, sunset, and small waterfalls made a good environment for our bus journey. 

As the next, I thought to write some stories about Buses. There are many to write as the bus was my main traveling method. If there are many, I thought to write this as two stories. It depends on the number of stories and, I think all will be remembered when I’m writing.

This incident happened when I was a little one and when traveling somewhere with my mother. If I tell the truth to you, it was an embarrassing moment for others. But it was a good thing I did, even it made an uncomfortable environment for others. On that day we got on to a bus and, that bus parked on the bus stand. Once we got on to the bus, there were a few people. Among them, there were two young fellows next to our seat. So, after a while, they started to drink cigarettes. There were some others as well. Government buses put a notice stating that ‘Smoking is not allowed’ and, I saw this notice written in big red letters. When I saw this, I could not figure out why they were smoking on the bus. So, I asked my mother, “Why do they smoke cigarettes, when it is prohibited to do on the bus?”. You know that volume is not small even I was a small one. 

So, everyone could hear me including those two young men as well. I think my mother was the one who embarrassed a lot among all of them. Therefore, my mother tried to shut my mouth and, said something. As her response was not enough for me, I kept on asking the same thing again and again. So, those two could not continue their job anymore and, they threw their cigarettes away. After that, they got down from the bus. Or else they went to find out a peaceful place to smoke cigarettes. However, it was kind of a bravery story to my mother and, she used to tell everyone for a couple of days. 

Those days, the bus was not a regular transport method and I had to go by bus very rarely. We lived near our school and, that was the main reason. When I was going by bus, I saw some school children were going by bus, by eating some junk food and peanuts. 

So, I also had a dream to go to school by bus like them. Later on, it was not a dream anymore and, I could go by bus when I was in grade seven. But I could not enjoy junk food with my friends as there was a small distance from our home to school. There were two kilometers and, it took about a few minutes. As well as it was not a nice thing as I thought. So, this happened when I was coming back home from school. There was a bus on our school bus halt and, I got onto the bus. After a few minutes, a crowd got onto the bus and, then it was full of some weird students. 

Though there were many on the bus, it stopped for another few minutes to load some more. However, that is the normal situation here and, the conditions of our public transport is not good today as well. If you are not Asian, you will not get this experience. It’s a terrible experience and, most of the bus drivers and conductors tried to load as much as possible to earn more without thinking about people. As well as it’s a normal condition of our people as well, they also get into the crowded buses.

So, within a few minutes, there were many more on the bus and, no one could move a bit even. Then I could not breathe and, I felt that my heart was getting locked. I thought that I would die. It scared me a lot and, I wanted to get down immediately. But, how? I could not move and, I wanted to scream and cry.  

So, after a few bus halts, there was a town and that bus parked there for another few more minutes to load some people. At that time a few of them got down and, I also got down from the bus even though it's not my destination. It was a big relief for me and then only I could breathe comfortably. There were no more death signals. Those days, that place we lived in and school were new for me. But it was not a big issue, as one of my friends also got down from the bus as she saw this incident. 

After that, I used to go by buses which do not have much crowd. I did not want to sit. But I wanted to be in a comfortable way. So, I waited for a suitable bus even though it took a reasonable time and, sometimes this habit made delays in my journeys. As well as it took a reasonable time to go to school even though there was a small distance from home to school. My practice did not change in any urgent situation. Those days I thought that I could not get down from the place that I wanted by going by crowded buses. Still, I have this habit and don’t like to go by crowded buses even though I had to go for an urgent thing. 

So, it took some time to reduce my fear and used to go by bus. Later on, it was an enjoyable thing with the union of friends. In those days, we went to the tuition classes on Saturdays and Sundays. Most of the students used to bring books without a bag and, they kept it in their hands as there were a few books. So, I also wanted to follow up their way and, I also did not use my bag when I was going for tuition classes. But my parents did not like it as they felt that I would fall down on the bus. 

One day I fell down on the bus. The books I kept in my hand were in every nook and corner of the bus. Others helped me to find out those and, it embarrassed me a lot. There were few wounds in my legs and hands. After that, I obeyed my parents and brought all the stuff using a bag. One of the planes that had a name like 'Antonov' fell down those days and, my friends used this as an example to explain the way I fell down on the bus. It was a fun topic for them for a couple of days.

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