Am I in love?

At sharp 6.45 am in the morning, alarm starts to ring. I open up my eyes. Shit, the first reaction on my face. I used to sleep again and sets alarm of 7.00 am. Again after 15 minutes it starts to torture me again. This alarm is one of the worst equipment ever invented by human being, I tell you. Don’t know why the hell time of night passes so fast? Just before half an hour I slept, how can sun rise so early, it feels every day to me. At 7.45 am, I used to get city bus from Vastrapur and dropped at Ambawadi at 7.55 am. And here I start to count each n every minute for the bus no. 151. I pray that “bus will empty, so I can stretch myself for another 45 minutes in sleep”. And my journey starts when driver gears up the bus. It takes another 45 minutes for the bus to reach at Ramol patiya. I close my eyes and try to sleep but brain starts to think, a failure attempt. I tell you this is the busiest route of this AMTS service carrying different people from different class. From the one stand a gentle man climbs up the stair of the bus with the TITAN watch on his wrist and Ray Ban goggles and from another station an old worker climbs up the stair with old Tiffin and torn shirt. And within a 15 minutes bus gets full like hell from Lal darwaja. Person can’t even breathe properly. From those people, 80% percent crowds belong from lower class (I know, I don’t have any right to decide the classes of people, so don’t take it in a wrong way). I stare to them and try to figure out what he is feeling right now? Whether he’s happy or he’s just trying to hide sadness under a fake smile? How much he used to earn everyday and how much he used to save? Whether he has wife who has cooked that food inside Tiffin and child playing with the toys if he has? Whether his children used to go to school or he’s also working somewhere else like his father so both ends can meet every day? Whether he is used to sleep at night or spends his night on the road under bare sky? Which ingredients his wife used to cook the food and how it taste? Whether he has bought ticket or just travelling free so he can save 3Rs? Does he used to celebrate the festivals or just used to pass it like Empty River of summer? Doesn’t this grown up man used to cry and curse the god for the life he has got? Since how long he’s living this life like a hell? Or does his life like a hell in real? Or just I’m thinking this crap to just pass this boring time? I observe these different faces among the heavy crowds and try to compare my life with them? Am I feeling sad now? Or am I really lucky because I’m called engineer now? Can I survive if I used to put in those situations of life? Why the hell there’s so much pain in this world and why people are bearing it? Don’t these people ever want to succeed in their life? Don’t they dream about cars and bungalows? Don’t they want to speak English? Don’t they want to eat in five stars hotels? Don’t they want to fly in aeroplane and want to stare at hot air hostess? I try to ignore these thoughts and turn my face towards the window. The world outside the window is moving so fast, I think. Hey come on that’s just because of relative speed between bus and others. Every day at CTM cross road our bus used to cross staff bus of AIA engineering company. It’s MNC. I do look at the faces seating inside that buses. How engineers of an MNC do looks? Of course looks calm and in half sleep mode. After all for what the hell they are worrying? Huh? I do think that here in my bus I’m seating among those who cannot sleep at night in worrying of tomorrow and in this staff bus still employees are sleeping without worrying of work load. May be if I can get the job in an MNC so I can live life like them and don’t have to suffer in this much heavy crowds, I used to think. These heavy storms of heavy thoughts never end till I reach at Ramol Patiya. After reaching Ramol Patiya, first I’ll go to bajarang tea, the most famous chay wala ,to take a sip. Now here atmosphere seems like this every day. So many workers of G.I.D.C. gather every morning to take sip here. They’ll drink cutting in 5 minutes and then they’ll spend at least an hour there. They’ll read news paper loudly so his neighbour won’t have to read it. Than these buddies will start to discuss about news they’ve read. They’ll start worry about the future of India suddenly. Some will discuss the politics like they’re going to stand in this election. They’ll give suggestion if manmohan singh has done this than it would be better. Another group is discussing about the sport. “Sachin should have take retirement now”. “Indian cricketers concentrate on Adds more than game”. “this 20-20 is better than test matches”. “Indian team is going to sink soon, their future is dark”. Hell..!!! The most common sentences they’re exchanging every day. I smirk and take my way towards my company. Adco controls, 5318 plot no. phase-4VATVA G.I.D.C. When I’ve joined the first question raised in my mind was “what does this ADCO means?” huh? Does any one know? I don’t have found this answer yet. Here workers are interesting. They have thousands idea how not to work every day. But they are insane about their self for what they are. And I do like that thing the most. They work here for company like hell and earn them in amount of 8 digits and if you’ll ask him how much company pay him? They’ll answer their salary in just 4 digits. And of course with smile. How they can be so happy in just 4 digits though it’s not fair enough or they deserve more than it or they belong from too middle class families? Huh? But they enjoy the work like they are born to do that only. I stay there till 6.00 pm. I do wait very eagerly when in my computer clock show digit 6.00. I rush toward the Ramol Patiya again so I can catch the bus of 6.10 pm otherwise I’ll have to wait another half an hour. And in the evening if I can see the bus empty than it must be a dream only. I curse the crowds. Why do these much people used to get leave on same time or why the hell these much people are working here? Huh? Now Again I’m in bus and again I’m watching the faces with thousands of expression carrying along. Oh not again. I tell to my brain. But it won’t stop showing insanity. Again I start to observe people. Some are fighting and burst in riots just to get sit on the window. One wants to open it and one wants to keep it shut. I don’t know what the hell is there to fighting for? There’s one guy whom I see every day and I found him most peace full person among us. He used to sit from the first station of this bus and used to travel till final station. He used to drink wine every day, used to grab one seat and used to lost in his world. Let the world go to the hell and let me enjoy the sleep, probably he thinks. One day he stood up suddenly and gave me space to seat. I amazed why he did this? He still has to travel at least an hour. But he didn’t know that he has to travel a lot still coz he has drunk a lot and thought that his place has arrived so gave me space. Love you man. I was too tired on that day. How interesting the crap talk seems while listening it in the bus. Every day I do found at least one thing that I can remember for life time and can tell my grand Childs. Loll. One day I found a man who has explained me how to get the bus pass. And you know He took 45 minutes to explain and I got that pass within just 15 minutes of procedure.Why I had bear that uncle for 45 minutes long? Huh? One day one uncle and aunty were discussing about the current generation. They were cursing the boys and girls working in call centres. They were cursing their dressing. They were cursing hair style. They were cursing computer games and internet. I don’t know why they get bad impression in their mind when listen the word internet? Huh? They used to look at me and then start another point regarding that discussion. I gave him annoyed look and turn my face away. One day one uncle and aunty (dada and dadi) of age about 60 was fighting just because by mistake that grand pa touched her while buying ticket. I don’t know what the point is there to fight at the stage of this age. Public were enjoying that lot rather than making both calm. One day our bus driver started to fight with truck driver just coz that truck driver has jammed the traffic and our bus driver cares for it more than traffic police. One day one commercial and business woman mother was giving high dose of sophisticated advice to her daughter who is hardly of 5 year. I wanted to tell her that let her enjoy the view of outside the window, let her see the world at own, let just live the child inside of her. One day an old lady was travelling with her grandson of 4 years and wanted me to give seat of window so her grandson can seat peacefully. I gave space to seat but that little terrorist refused to seat with me coz he was getting afraid of me. I stood up and let his grandma seat. He became my friend than. One day I lost my APPLE i-pod by mistake. I rushed behind that bus up to 5 km in rickshaw but didn’t found. And there are lots of such one days I’m enjoying every day. And finally at evening, after travelling around two hours I used to reach at my flat. Tired with the thoughts I sleeps around 12.00. And again at sharp 6.45 am in the morning, alarm starts to ring. And life proceeds further in same manner. That’s the life I’m living right now. Hell.... Am I falling in love with Ahmedabad? .....