The heat from yesterday

Funny, Funnier, Funniest

For those of you who experienced the heat of yesterday’s debacle over the, over discussed sensitive issue. He wouldn’t forgive himself for carrying that all over his head until his bed.

Nightmares! ;)

Lightning.

He got into the bus last evening (time and route number immaterial here) and found only two seats available in the entire bus. The last 6 seater and a middle 3 seater. Dang !

Ladies! Women! Girls!

He had to choose between the two.
1) Two ladies in the 6th or 7th row of the bus. One occupying the window seat and the other the corner seat.
2) A guy on one side and a girl on the other side in the last row, supplemented with a free roller coaster jump ride on every bump in Hosur Road.

For option (2), you never know. By the time you get off the bus, you are already cramped like a MUMMY in some Egyptian exploration site !

The six Seater with SIX people is a total risk that you can afford. Specially, even if one healthy person ( please do not consider this offensive) sits there, God help you.

Also, he wasn’t willing to have a juice mixer run in his intestine for the ultimate mixing of the sandwich and the fresh Juice he had devoured minutes back.
Too early for output processing… Butterflies ? Snakes… Man. There were Vipers in his stomach!

He walked quietly ( did he have an option ? ) and just when he was about to request the lady to move inside, she said, “ please “ and wanted him to sit between the two. The lady sitting next to the window, lets out one lightening smile ( Oh my God ! She has read the posts in BB! )

Double trouble.

His Mind started racing badly. What should he do now ? Should he tell her ? Should he take the seat ? Should he take the other seat ? If he did, how will it look ? If he did not, how will it get ? Should he tell her politely ? Should he not tell her at all and just wave his hand to get her to occupy the middle seat ?

Hmmm. Difficult. Very difficult ( He recollected the scene when Harry Potter wanted to be in Griffindor, but he was fit for being in Slytherin ! )

Needless to say, he chose option 1.

He sat between them, and the next 45 – 60 minutes of his life, was thorny.

They usually say, “How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom you are in”!

For the first time, he felt, it was true..He told himself, “IT WAS TRUE AFTER ALL!”

He recollected his dad tell him when he was a kid, “ It is good to watch Tom and Jerry blowing their heads off; It is actually difficult being one of them in that Cartoon” ! True, very true.

To his panic, due to the evening showers, the bus moved slow.. he could see it, the ANT that he saw near E-City junction was overtaking the bus now ! He could recognize it.

He kept whispering and praying to himself. “Dear God, if I get off this bus, without any trouble, I will break 10 coconuts! “

Suddenly, he felt it, a snake crawling over him. Something touched his hand. He froze. A chill ran down his spine. A drop of sweat ran over his temple [recollect here, the scene from Mission Impossible]

He slowly moved, lest it might gnaw him.

The string of the ID Card ! Whew………………….. !!!

He was feeling very sleepy. Every time he felt his eyes drooping, he wished he had an alarm set to make him sit tight. MUMMY’s Position. A long day at work and no time to relax. His Gray matter warned him, “Keep your eyes open, Keep it Open” !

Alas! He dozed off for 5 minutes and woke up with a start. God.. God… God !!!

ID CARD! Oh my God. Should I take it off now? Or Should I put it inside my shirt pocket?

He cursed that idiot who caused all this trouble. “Why me? , He whimpered to himself “ !

He just cautiously turned to see the girl sitting to the left of him. She was sleeping. Calm. Peace. A complete peaceful sleep. Or was she really sleeping? He didn’t know.

His bus stop. Ok, now what?

Should he wake her up ? But how ? Or should he wait until she gets off the bus ? He slowly moved and she looked at him. He gave a dry smile and told her, “ My stop”.

That perhaps was the craziest moment of his life, he thought. He knew. He felt like a Jackass!

He ran, ran and ran. Got down.

He breathed once and he felt maybe it was the first time after 65 minutes of mummified posture that he did.

Fresh air.

At last.
Sd/
Yuva