When I thought of being with Colour Yellow!

It happened that night.

when I decide to go to Maharana Pratap Inter State Bus Terminal, Kashmiri Gate, New Delhi (ISBT) and head to somewhere, not sure of where it will lead me.It is therapeutic to do it this way. Started from my base in outskirts of Delhi – NCT ( National Capital Territory) which took me handsome one and half hour to reach bus terminal by 10 I think. Travelling by Delhi Metro gives you ample time to be by your self especially in those hours when there is not much rush and still you can’t hear the PA announcement which goes on and on and on……in Metro.

All this time I should have been anxious according to normal people’s reaction and feedbacks however I dont know whats that in that duration. Not knowing becomes my solace. Can it not be?

I reach ISBT and see debris, sand and what nots of construction work and be notified of renovation of the Terminus. I make mental note to tell my self to get used to it, this country is developing country and in your life you won’t see a phase when you can’t spot any construction work around you in miles of distance. I find my way toward heard men, groups of women and fleet of bus of all sorts. A look at this scenario and you realise even automobile have caste, creed and associated hypocrisy as a Volvo multi-axle and normal TATA buses are parked side by side or may be its just my mind. Buses are covered with vomit, dirt, spit and similar ingredient which is making a new smell to engulf busses in it.

I walk towards these busses in hope of getting a bus which does not make my sense go haywire ( foolish me), I look around and read Amritsar on a yellow board. I can’t make out if this board had been yellow by birth of my habit ( of people, of course ). There a man surrounded by a group of people who are asking for the route of bus he is conducting. I approach to find a gap to get a ticket. I have decided to go Amritsar- City of Golden Temple.

I nudge a man who happens to be Sardar and request to make some room for me. I ask the conductor for a seat. He shrugged and replied there are many, no worries. I step back to wait for him to be free to buy a ticket from him which cost me few hundreds rupees. I am in no worry or hurry anymore, I enter the bus, although bus has announced its atmosphere even before I entered but one just can’t get all of it by just smelling a wine. The many type of smells thrust themselves in my head which I unsuccessfully try to fight. Few minutes in that ambiance and mind mind create its barriers and I start to relax by looking at the infra of bus. Engines give me a successful distraction normally. I make some mental note about condition of the bus the body language of the driver and conductor to assess how long is there to roll on the wheels. I am too lazy to ask them now.

In some time driver get into his place and engine gives me assurance its fine with its voice and. …..

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P.S. This is part one of this story, if you wish to read further keep watching this place.

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2 thoughts on “When I thought of being with Colour Yellow!

  1. Hi traveler!!
    You’re surely the person whom I was in search for many years. I was really impressed by the level of energy the god has put in you. I wish you best for your upcoming tours and do hope many unexplored places will be penned down in your upcoming blogs. Bye traveler… The Road shall never end… Keep travelling :))

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