The Daily Alien#2

Bus rides terrify me, among other things I always have a feeling of riding on thin air especially after my exposure to the magnificent feats that my college bus performs; I would have been a happy and innocent audience to this specific spectacle only if I were not to be involved in it.

Usually they pass without any special moment, the same road-less path and the usual bit of gibberish one tends to overhear during these uninspiring travels. For a person who knows me in and out will recognize the in-born arrogance and intolerance involved in writing this piece. Traveling to college is like fighting in a hand to hand combat with German soldiers in the grip of world war two. We are not directly involved but still it’s a war.

Sometimes I wonder why should I travel this far for my studies; both of them provide me with very little to think about or to even know about, so I come up with this ingenious plan which might change the course of my life forever- reading.

Reading till date provides the only interest for me to attend this college of mine and of course there are other things like looking around, which proved futile. Reading still remains, as I sink into the brilliant characterizations by these great authors who have kept me company all through from K.K.Nagar to Saileonagar.(even though both of them are nagars they are as far as the sun and planet X)

It also serves as the perfect conversation stopper, nobody bothers the reading boy! And I do not wish to indulge in some of the most irritating and boring conversations at least not at this time of my life, I do not also wish to say that I am more wise than the chaps having conversation about the love life of an actress right in the morning (though it may be a very interesting topic later in the evening; nevertheless it is tiring to listen or contribute to film gossip).

Or it is the academics to which I have no clue or the inclination to discuss z-transformations in the rickety old bus of ours.

I came to conclusion that either it was not deserving to have a conversation or am not fit enough to fit into other people’s conversational places, maybe I was just a hot headed idiot I don’t care. Books provide the best distraction and I imagine all these scenes come alive, this is such a gift you can never get out from socializing; personally these are things that make reading so enjoyable. The other day I had the whole of shire before my eyes and the next day it was the old forest and the next it was an alleyway in busy Manhattan or the comfort of grandma’s lap in Malgudi, I could bring it all back to SaileoNagar.

Where would I search for amusement without all these people?

Not Saileonagar for sure

Satyeki