Bus Blues!!

10 minutes to 7:30 a.m. and two unpredictable things. Me and my fate. Every morning's story repeats again. Leaving home dizzy and feeling all fuzzy. I run as fast as I can grasping my bag in one hand and holding my T-shirt firm in the other so that it does not fly. Carrying this incredibly heavy bag makes me feel like I am on prison duty. Battling through various thoughts about how crowded the bus might be and how rude the conductor might get, I continue to run. But it's too late now or just late by 5 feet distance from the bus. I see it going, going and slowing disappearing in front of my eyes. I want to cry but it's a 'Public Place' and crying in front of an audience makes me feel like I'm in a movie of some sort. It's like 'There goes the bus and here's your cue to cry!'. I give a huge sigh and realize that everybody there is staring at me as like I am a court jester or a juggler. What next? Do I have to do a little slipping on the banana peel act to complete my embarrassing play? Lets name it "Jester and the running bus" or ever better "running Jester and the bus" Humph! No use of running for 500 meters. I guess I'd be better off in an athletic competition. Anyways I can see another bus from far. People are partly hanging out from the side doors. Phew! Just looking at it makes me feel like running back home. Mommy I don't want to go to college ever again! At last, time to get into the bus, the much awaited moment. Looking like I am climbing the Dais to receive an award. 'And the Nobel Prize goes to..' 'Ow! Shit' Someone stamped my shoe. Oh yes, This is the part of the musical where I sing 'Oh Oh.. Where is my Toe Toe?' Ugh!! Nothing can be more irritating than this. I love clean shoes and people who don't stamp them. But I've got neither of it now. I guess I prefer rainy days. Everything's like hell inside the bus. Actually why am I speaking about inside? I am not allowed to get in. People are just stuck at the doors. I can't do much of pushing. I don't have energy left inside me. That too all of it in the morning? Why? Anyways I get in pushing and tugging. There's no place to move about in the bus. My innocent legs are getting crammed and I can't just stand. 'Mommy.. take me home!' I want to cry again. I am just about to forget everything about this mess when a heavy hand falls upon my head. A meteor, an asteroid, nothing can generate such an impact. Oh of course, a fat lady's hand. How could I not know? She might have probably mistaken me for a hand stand.Hey! I may be 5 1" lady, but I am pretty powerful from the inside. I am feeling like Alice in wonderland now, the part in which she fell down the rabbit-hole. That would have hurt a lot. But that was just once. If Alice took buses everyday she'd realize how lucky she was. Ouch! Ouch! Tears nearly roll off my eyes but I try to ignore them. Going in a bus is not that a difficult affair but you know it is. It's just a fact and even though I've been traveling by bus for almost seven years now, I feel this. The stop finally comes and I manage to get down, struggling and trying to throw my body out. Ah!! It's not that impossible actually. Maybe it's a bit easier than that. Anyways, now my face manages to get back it's smile though not the freshness. Cause, I can feel my tattered hair. Still I am happy. I finally fought the bus blues and made it to college! Yippee!!