For a moment it seems they are nothing but fat snakes crawling on the road with their listless approach, loaded with unfamiliar faces who are bustling with the ritualistic innuendos.They are dangerous yet appealing for our pockets. Bluelines or the CNG as they are so lovingly called is a life saver for many. The buses in other words are the best example of a furnace in motion. People risk their lives knowingly so as to reach their destinations economically. Sweaty bodies, stench , odor , commotion, is a common sight. The seats for the women are blissfully occupied by the men. For once its a visual treat as the male chauvinism is at bay. The harried commuters don't mind when in the middle of nowhere the driver decides that gas has to be refilled, for which all have to get down. All obey religiously without much ado. In a way its a meek whimper to relaod yourself on those life threatening locomotives for a more progressive danger for the coming moments. The bonnet of the engine is nothing but a sofa without a backrest. Lady commuters dump themselves on it so as to breathe a sigh of relief. It is a culpable offence. Any sight of an inspector and the tables turn, the driver shouts to get up so as to save himself from the clutches of the repurcussions if seen flouting the norms. The driver latches his seat belt , wears his shirt and sits upright. No one raises an alarm or checks him for it , as soon as the check point is half a mile away , the driver is back to his bohemian self and the commuters too take their seat out of habit.
So then why is it that we react only when the same buses kill one of our near n dear ones? Why are we meek spectators n the slaves of the system ? When will we put our foot down for things which are forced on us, the citizens to follow ?
