I hate travelling in state transport buses, and I hate it when my neighbor is a middle aged guy who cannot control his one year kid (and his own rear wind pipe). I hate it. Maybe I can tolerate it a bit if the kid is quiet throughout the journey and doesn't interfere with my train of thoughts, but no such luck ever comes my way. This weekend I had to sit for four hours alongside such a guy and his one year old attention seeking kid. If only I had taken the window seat, I could have pretended to be looking out the window and be lost in my thoughts. But there I was, sitting in the aisle seat and the kid pops into my view the second I turned my head to look through the window at the milestone indicating that Hyderabad (my paradise) was still 120 kms away. Our eyes locked and the kid smiled (ok, I admit he was cute), so I smiled back. Next thing I knew he was reaching out to me and the dad thought he could have a few minutes of peace himself if he transferred his burden to me.
I do not know what to do with kids. I actually don't like them. The only thing I could think of was poke him a little bit here and there and make those annoying baby sounds. "Ullluulluu, aallllaaallaa, koochhy koo", I tried to impress the kid by saying this. Next thing I knew, the dad was taking him back from me. I think he realized that the world was still not a safe place for small children post Michael Jackson. Poor MJ, he tried to heal the world, and instead made everyone a pedophile suspect.
Though a bit embarrassed, I was happy. I looked out the window again at the milestone indicating that though paradise was still 80 km away, it was nearer now.
2 comments:
Dude, you got to start practicing it! I see your kids are not far away, they are nearer now! lol..I loved the way you ended, but did you goof up(180 or 80)?? :S
hey sunny, haan yaar....80 km away tha
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