There's something about travelling in buses to me since a very long time (four months to be precise). When I first started to travel, my focus was only on reaching my destination because at that time I didn't know about the fact that journey is more enjoyable than the destination. It was only about the end and not the path that followed to it. And now that I look at the people sitting beside me and ahead of me, I find them very amusing.
One boy, merely two-three years older than me I think, had started eating his tiffin. And as I was really hungry - well, I'm always hungry while coming back from college - my whole concentration was on him. But the round steel tiffin wouldn't budge to open. But after some efforts, it did open only to make its contents fall on his shirt. He cautiously inspected whether anyone was watching him or not and ate the food which had fell on his shirt from the spoon. I wanted to laugh but kept my mouth shut.
While he was doing it all secretly, I was watching everything from the corner of my eye pretending to read Ruskin Bond - yeah that book I have been trying to complete from years. Not that it's boring but I don't have time for me in between powerpoint presentations.
The one boy sitting beside me - again older than me - spoke what seemed like marathi or gujarati to me. And I wasn't able to decode it until I started to think upon the loudness of his voice. Because believe me, a gujarati's voice would've beat my earphones at reaching into my ears and cutting the music I was listening to.
Who would've thought that their character would've found a place in my blog? Everyone's interesting actually. You just need to have an eye for that.
One boy, merely two-three years older than me I think, had started eating his tiffin. And as I was really hungry - well, I'm always hungry while coming back from college - my whole concentration was on him. But the round steel tiffin wouldn't budge to open. But after some efforts, it did open only to make its contents fall on his shirt. He cautiously inspected whether anyone was watching him or not and ate the food which had fell on his shirt from the spoon. I wanted to laugh but kept my mouth shut.
While he was doing it all secretly, I was watching everything from the corner of my eye pretending to read Ruskin Bond - yeah that book I have been trying to complete from years. Not that it's boring but I don't have time for me in between powerpoint presentations.
The one boy sitting beside me - again older than me - spoke what seemed like marathi or gujarati to me. And I wasn't able to decode it until I started to think upon the loudness of his voice. Because believe me, a gujarati's voice would've beat my earphones at reaching into my ears and cutting the music I was listening to.
Who would've thought that their character would've found a place in my blog? Everyone's interesting actually. You just need to have an eye for that.
Just this afternoon, I was talking to my best friend - you know that best friend who now you think is going to be your best friend for your whole life? yup that one! - to tell her about what I've been doing these days. And suddenly our topic diverted to which new films I have watched and then we talked about 'Hate Story 3'. While she was listening patiently, I kept on blabbing about how amateurish the direction and acting of the film seemed to me. I know I'm not that good of a critic but this is what I feel. She said 'nowadays you are being quite an observant one you know.' And I was like when you have the whole day alone with none other than your own self, you start to observe things in a way which you haven't before. That's one advantage of loneliness other than depressing yourself.
This first semester has really gone well - but I hadn't expected that to happen - I'm trying to open up and reveal to everyone what I'm because they think I'm an introvert which definitely I'm not.
Well, let me stop babbling and a very MERRY CHRISTMAS to you all!!!
