Sic ad nauseam

A typical morning - I am waiting restlessly at my bus stop to board the bus, silently cursing the post-cambrian life-forms for not having perished in greater numbers, which would have made petrol cheaper, thereby making biking to office affordable, and bracing myself for the quiz that will be hosted by the inimitable sunaina on radio city....

The moment the bus crosses jakkasandra, the driver religiously turns on the radio, and out comes a voice, with an enthusiasm that is perhaps more artificial than the hubble space telescope and hence more irritating than an itch in the armpit.

"Gooooooooooood morning Bangalore" she says, and i start questioning if life is worth it.. then i think of the weekend beer, and tell myself "Relax buddy... if the bihari sitting next to you can do it, so can you"...

So saying, i look at the guy.. he seems enraptured by her voice, turns towards me and gives me a contended smile that would make you swear that you were in heaven, and says "Kya haal hai yaar...",

Seeing the blank stare that he elicited from me, he then goes on to say "Kamaal karti hai yaar...Roz subah mujhe iski aawaaz sunni chhahiye... varna din bhar kaam hi nahin chalta....Mujhe isliye bangalore pasand hai.. bangalore rocks man", turns towards the window and starts humming an arbit remix... i look at him, look at the voice from the radio, and start contemplating on the seeming shallowness of other people's existence.

My thought process is interrupted as the outline of a hideous building emerges from the broken tree line, with a cut-out of some arbit hindi movie.. the movie hub of bangalore, and its name is "Innovative multiplex"... the person who named it had as much imagination as a bowl of tomato rasam.

And as the bus dips under the Marathahalli bridge, my nightmare comes back with the much awaited quiz - Bisi bele bollywood, the show where the host and the participants try their best to underwit themselves, and becoming famous in the process... and the person on air claims that she has seen Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham 36 times, and i wish i had a debilitating paralysis attack right there... and to save myself from such an attack, i refrain from writing anything more on this....

"Just a few more minutes", i tell myself " and you will be safe". As soon as the bus stops near the side gate, i scramble out, pick up a coffee and run rush to my seat....Acta est fabula

And after all this, people ask me why am i am so morbid.... i dont know what to say....