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(Continuing from at the crossroads: A stranger calls – part 1 )
As I became less interested in the activities going inside the bus, my eyes wandered off to have a look at what was going outside my frame of reference. Outside my world, i could see the road cluttered with vehicles of different types, different color and different engine makes. Yet, all these differences really didn’t make a difference as all of them were crawling forward at snail’s pace. From time to time, a few crawlers tried to act out of their character and run past other crawlers and in the process, more often than not ended up adding to the chaos already present in their environment.
All this had become a common sight for me now and i had become habituated to watching it without feeling the need to curse the traffic and think how much the metropolitan life sucked. For a moment, i thought about how we humans get habituated to things as Time passes. I started thinking of such instances like how i have become habituated to liking someone every 3rd minute and forgetting them every 6th minute, how i have become habituated to smile back when someone smiles at me, how i have become habituated to act politely to elders … The list would have been endless but it was not to be. I had also become habituated to skip my thought process.
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I was commuting to my office using the public transport system i.e. bus. As usual, i was listening to rock music blasting into my ears from the ipod and staring emotionlessly at the surroundings around me. The eyes were mechanically moving and getting a glimpse of the facial expressions of my fellow commuters in the bus. The mind was registering my inferences about what they were thinking right now, judging their facial expressions and body movements.
A school boy sitting in front of me was giving sideways glance from time to time in the direction of a girl who perhaps studied in the same school as his. Somehow, i felt that this situation was very familiar to me. I started making inferences as to what would happen next in his life. I felt that he looks like a shy kind of person and perhaps will never tell her what he felt. The girl, perhaps noticed his periodic movements and stared at him without any visible change in her facial expression. The boy hadn’t anticipated that he would be caught while making sideways glances. He lowered his eyes and then started looking outside the window. After a moment, he again gave a sideways glance to check if she was still looking in his direction and to his surprise, she was.
I was amused by the activities going on and now I was keeping an eye on the boy and another eye on the girl. I felt like i was a moderator who was keeping a watch on the activities of two kids. I was surprised when I felt a soft romantic song playing in the background which seemed very appropriate for the story that was going on in front of my eyes. If I remember correctly, the song which was playing was “humein tumse pyaar kitna, yeh hum nahi jaante”. It took me a moment before i realized what was the source of this background music — it was my ipod on shuffle play. Apart from the music, my inferences were making this story appear more amusing for me.
The way she looked in his direction, looked at him without any hint of recognition, I inferred that she didn’t knew him. I hypothesized that she was a popular girl in the school and the boy was a secret admirer of hers. It felt like yet another case of an average guy falling for the most popular girl of school. The situation looked way too familiar and now, this sort of story had nothing in it which would amuse me any further.
Thankfully, something more exciting was in store for me in that journey than a simple, boring love story.