Torturest Journey

This was the Journey I hope that must not come again into my life.The day was 4 April 2008.I planned to leave for my native ( Bellampally ) to celebrate Ugadi.My friend told to reserve a ticket so that you can reach safely. But I did not listen to him due to ........ The story of that journey goes like this.

I went to MGBS around 10 PM to catch a bus.I expected that the people would be more as Ugadi is a holiday for all.But the passengers waiting for the buses are more than I expected.But I thought I can catch any bus as I was alone.I wandered there at MGBS so that I can cover the most of the colors :).The bus I was waiting arrived at the platform around 11 PM.Driver has told me that the bus was full.But he told me that he can offer a seat.With full of energy,I told him that am ready to take that.That seat was driver's back seat which was kept for other driver to take rest.I thought that I can take a good sleep.But to my surprise the things went wrong.The bus started and the driver had warned me that I should not sleep as my sleep disturbs driver concentration.I took it lite.But as the bus passed JBS I yawned and the driver scolded me for yawning.He said to talk something.I kept quiet.He then started narrating his whole life since 1950.It went for 2 hours.Only God knows the torture I faced hearing his bloody flashback.When I try to sleep he scolds me and says " You are not a kid to sleep while other is driving.".Then he asked about my details.I said "I am pursuing my B.Tech final year" to avoid scoldings.If I tell him that I was a Software Engineer,he may scold our entire software industry.He was in full flow on that day.I prayed a lot to get rid of that driver.I think God has listen to my prayers.A person got down at Karimnagar.I ran to his seat with speed.But my friend (driver) called me back saying that the seat was reserved.Again back to the pavilion.This time,he narrated his achievements.It went for half an hour.After that I asked him to stop the bus to take some coffee.He appreciated in local language.he stopped the bus and we both had a nice session there at the tea stall.

This went for another 2 hours and the bus reached my destination.The driver lokked a bit sad that he was missing a BAKRA and I looked happy as that I was releasing from jail.