215 c

One hand came up flying up from the door, trying to just clench on something, ‘puttenhalli ticket kodi’…and I saw some 7-8 people, fighting just for an inch of space on the steps of the most important bus of my life, 215 c.

Yes, 215 c is perhaps, such a bus, which has become my lifeline, I just cant live without it! I hate it, but I want it! Every morning, rubbing off my sleepy eyes, slicked together, I get up to just catch that damn bus in time as if I miss it, am just gone for the day, I will be late to office, got to face some unwanted, sarcastic but silent glares from my office people . So to avoid it, I just forget the snooze button in my mobile :(

Well, you must be thinking, that why am I making you read this pathetic bus story of mine? You must be thinking, ‘that give me one good reason to read further’ and now am going to give you many!

My eyes literally twinkle as I see 215 c coming towards the bus stop, I just don’t care about the overflowing people in the bus, ready to slaughter each other for that one inch of space! Cool, as I get in bus, I make my way through so many female eyes, staring at me, making me feel that I look like Aishwarya Rai! Wow, what a feeling. As few minutes passes by, my ‘beautiful Ash feeling’ seems to sink under those stinking armpits of males and female, sometimes, the smell is mixed with those pleasant smelling lily gajras! Pathetic is the word, which I should be using!

The most detailed description I would like to give about is of the conductor and the driver! I always imagine the conductor seated on his marriage chair, screaming his lungs out to his bride that shift an inch closer, we can adjust one more person there!

This is what he is, phewwww, he just gets on my nerves daily, blabbering all the time in his language, which I cant understand. He behaves like one insane, storming his way out of the huge pile of people, holding onto something, not holding onto something, pushing each other, eyeing the people who are ready to vacate the seats etc etc. Every time, he passes by he literally smashes me, its fine, but when he soils my heels, with his dirty chappals, I feel like throwing him out!

The time tick ticks and just flies, but I feel like shouting on the top of my lungs and say to the sleepy driver, is there no accelerator in the bus! FCK..i feel like saying sometimes, believe me, you might just reach early than the bus, if you walk fast. The morning in the bus, is sick, pathetic, horrible but funny! Sometimes, if I m really lucky, I get a seat too! Wow, I feel like traveling in the first class of Lufthansa Airways! But the air-hostess is not so entertaining here! As I feel a little relieved, I see a quaint small figure of an old lady and just to make her feel better, I offer her my seat, without any regret.

Frowns, sick smiles and pathetic activities of those idiotic males, surround me in the 40 minutes long journey. I don’t understand, that these males have excess hormone levels, that they just can stop it, even If they see, normal looking girls like me? Sick, u message your close friend, about the discomfort caused, trying not to mention the details, of what exactly happened, as you cant just tell, but the other person, is wise enough to understand everything.

As the stop comes close, you feel like getting out of the cage, but as you know its not so easy! The procedure is as follows, drag some ladies, stamp on someone’s shoes, elbow some bags down and shout to make your way clear, its never that you get down from the bus yourself, but you are always thrown out!

Bus Infatuations :)

Bus Infatuations :)

As I was struggling to find something to hold onto in the bmtc bus, I saw a handsome guy staring at me. As I noticed the unexpected glance, a flurry of consciousness and embarrassment fell on my face! Consciousness because, a smart guy was trying to look for a response in my greenish eyes and embarrassment because, I was just in a mess, trying to hold onto something, so that I don’t fall down on the aisle, due to a hard jerk!

Well, this is the story of every teenager, unmarried girls or sometimes even of a married lady! So true and honestly to be confessed that each of one of us, meets our temporary crushes daily, while commuting in public transportation. Suddenly, you feel so concerned of even the smallest things like hair furls dancing down on your cheeks, the almost gone color of your nail paint, the unattended hair on your arms and sometimes embarrassingly the wet hair just clutched together carelessly.

As the consciousness peaks high you feel a sudden rush of blood in your face and in the worst cases, you feel that a heartbeat just skipped a beat!

One fine day, as I was traveling in my routine bus, I saw again the same handsome hunk entering into it, as he entered I started looking for a glance from his end, at the same time, trying to show, that I give a damn to whatever he does!

 I know that the ‘glance’ will just make my day! To my surprise, he comes and sits next to me! Pheww….i put my earphones and try to show my fake style by reading an Ayn Rand Novel! (though I don’t understand anything, due to the high vocabulary level), but still I make sure to fake the best!

 While you just keep on wondering, that who is that lucky guy, just let me explain something. He is just ‘him’ for me, just ‘him’, as I am not aware of his name, occupation etc, etc etc, but I guess, that he is a tech guy, by seeing the Dell logo on his carry bag!

Well, as the time goes on, I look for those indirect signs and glances from him and I see that he expects at least one in turn, which I make sure not to give!

The moment he gets down from the bus, I start feeling so comfortable, suddenly I remember of all the pending works to be done in the office, my horribly messed up drawer. My beautiful curly hair remains unattended from my own attention, my awesome shoes look so worn out as I just come out of the 45 minutes long open eye nap!

Do love stories also start in buses? I believe that’s a concept brought by Bollywood into our fluctuating hearts and minds. The bus infatuations are perhaps the loveliest thing, which comes out as a motivation to follow the same dull and loathsome bus journeys.  You want to look better everyday, trying to impress someone, who is actually not so much interested in you, and vice-versa but just merely looking for a good time pass.

Well, whatever, but this is the magic of being a youth, you search for that dream face in everyone, you know a mere glance, wouldn’t just work and its useless too, but you just don’t wana miss the moment! I have almost ten bus infatuations till now, how many dream guys or gals you have met ?? :) :) :)

Peepli Review

‘Peepli Live’ is a powerful watch with no melodrama, show-off and unbelievable story scenes; it is just a simple statement which reflects the hidden reality of the Indian society. It creeps into the dark and just gives goose bumps all over your body; do not miss one of the most brilliant Bollywood creations.



As you start watching this pathetic and empathizing story of the farmers, you will instantly develop a sense of belongingness for your society which you might not have discovered yet. The story arms itself with powerful tools of humor, reality and sarcasm through a very simple picture of the real rural India.


A village, where everything looks as if something live is happening out at any real place, no bits of high imagination, but just shows a television crew intruding into a village and plunking cameras in the middle of a messed up place. The journalist seems like a 5-star hotel chef, who is ready to make the best recipe out of the spicy ingredients lying all around in the village.


The ingredients are a suicidal farmer and the wrinkled faces all around who are helplessly ready to watch their own real life story to be telecast live on television.

Quite geared up the journalist tries to remove the fear of the scared man and says, “Don’t be afraid. This camera cannot do anything." What a blatant lie to the uneducated and you will feel that you should get up and smash the camera person.


The depressing realities of the rural India are powerfully narrated in the movie with the base of a sarcastic humor. One will even find the presence of a goat so powerful that it gives a new meaning to the whole scene.

Director Anusha Rizvi tries to successfully show the real faces of the most unfortunate villagers, their small naked children clad in tattered and muddy dresses, the attention seeker local politicians, the highly geared up media persons and the shameless bureaucrats.


The main quality of the film is the basic ingredient of humor which thankfully doesn’t let the story sink even for a while in the deep bottomless ocean of depression and poverty. This feature makes the whole film a very electric and spiky edged watch, where you thank god that you are not in the villagers place! The young Indian movie-goers will be surprised to see the deadly combination of wit and bathos. The film completely captures the natty face of the agricultural leaders, who very calmly says, “we must wait for the court's order."


The story shows the protagonists, Natha (Omkar Das Manikpuri) and his elder brother (Budhia) who are on the verge of losing their land as they have failed to repay the bank loan. The way they communicate and express their opinion, they just plunge deep into your senses and you suddenly feel the need of helping them out by any means. At the same time, you also curse the negative forces all around who even tries to disturb them more.

The film is set in the backdrop of a fictitious state, Mukhya Pradesh (Madhya Pradesh), where poverty and helplessness lurks at every corner and poor farmer Natha decides to commit suicide as after he dies, his family will get Rs 100,000 as compensation.

In the next instant, Natha becomes the most sought out person in the Peepli Village and media people stalls around his house like anything, localities, tea-stalls and every single small and big politician stalks around his house. The reason is everyone wants to know that whether Natha would die or not?

The most impressive thing being correctly and transparently pictured in the whole story is that nobody actually cares about a farmer (Natha) who is dying, but everyone wants to have a bite of the helpless person and wants to just see that whether he dies or not.

In order to save their political reputation, small leaders of the village gift Natha a huge television, which he must have even hardly seen in his life. All the leaders flock around him ascertaining people that Natha won’t die.


The swaggering chief minister of Mukhya Pradesh at last utters a sentence out of his mouth “Natha nahi marega”. Hearing this, a faint smile just comes and immediately faded away from the face of the dying farmer, who becomes the most talked about person in the whole region.


At last Natha loses his battle of patience, hopes and dreams and he is shown in the film’s last scene just covered in big dirty hopeless sight. The film ends by informing the audience that "8 million farmers quit agriculture in India between 1991 and 2001". There is no high imagination and great ideas captured in the film, it just unfolds by itself, and it shows what actually happens in the rural Indian society. This film is a brilliant watch and will certainly pave its way towards the international awards.