The walls of our mess hall (where us, the employees have food, a mini canteen like) has heard a lot of stories and gossips. For a few of such unorganized gatherings, I have been a part of. It’s a different feeling to hear accounts of various people and their experiences with certain scenarios.
Today, while I was having my lunch there, I heard another discussion brewing up and it felt interesting. It was regarding the different types of windows in buses. Quite funny indeed on what people come up with to discuss, but in reality a person who has lived in a small village would not find it awkward.
There are these high end buses that come with fixed glass windows. You can have all the luxury you want inside the bus and you can see the world outside but you are never allowed to feel it. Just like a rich father protecting his child from association of the filth that external world carries in it.
There are buses that come with glass windows/hard plastic windows that can be opened when required. The ticket costs less that those high end buses and you can feel the world as you wish. Once you feel that the conditions outside are turning adverse, you can disconnect yourself from the external world.
Last but not the least, there are these buses that run in the country side. With torn seats and rust on the handle bars all around. Their windows have khaki colored cloth tied above and when it rains, you untie the cloth and the cloth comes down protecting you from the bad weather. Does it really protect you? No. All you see is the khaki cloth fluttering in the wind. With each flutter comes in droplets of rain in multiples of five. By the end of the journey, you are definite to have clothes drenched in water. If your face is anywhere close to the window, you might also get a small wack by the wet khaki cloth, which by then gets very heavy.
In childhood, I would always sit beside the window and either my mother or father next to me. During rains, they would try to protect me from getting smacked by the cloth, but I would go ahead with my face to see the outside world in between those flutter.
Sometimes, all you want is that fluttering old khaki cloth covered windows for your journey. It beats the luxury of overcrowded bus, with the beautiful damp roads and the rain droplets making it even more perfect.