I still vividly remember that misty morning bus ride in Madrid. That fresh air still unpolluted by the city’s heavy traffic. To any tourist it is a delight to take a bus ride through Madrid. If, instead of worrying about traffic jam or reaching your destination on time, you take a moment to lose yourself in the sights and look out the window and see the places you’re passing through you will see the true beauty of Madrid; monuments, churches, bars and buildings old and new which stands as a proud heritage to this great country. Anyway by Indian standards it was clean and less polluted.
Anyway, my reason for being on that bus at six am on that freezing morning was surely not for witnessing the beauty of Madrid. A friend of mine and I were to go to Seville and we had to catch the seven thirty bus leaving for Seville. The previous night I was in a bar drinking with a friend till dawn. I don’t even remember at what time I slept or what time I woke up. Olé! At five thirty in the morning I was there at the bus stand waiting for a bus to transport me to yet another bus stand, for Seville.
Once inside the bus , my exploits of last night began to torment me. Alcohol now began to began to work all dimensions of my stomach.. Suddenly, my priorities changed, HAD TO CHANGE. It was not the best time to look outside and savour the beautiful city .
I was searching for a plastic bag. I was filled with nausea. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It was coming, rushing, pushing, and accelerating through my food tract.100 miles per hour,I can’t remember. I scrambled to the back of the bus. OAAAAAKKKKK. There... I puked in the bus.
I was glad I was a stranger to the commuters as much as they were strangers to me.
Yes I know it is not the kind of experience any one would want to have. But as I sat back and resumed my journey, relaxed and relieved after the P****** incident I remembered something which a friend of mine once told me. It was “in times of trouble always look at the brighter side”. At that instant I learned to look at the brightest side. I asked myself, what if I didn’t have a plastic bag then? What if I threw the whole load to flood the bus floor or onto someone’s lap?
From then on, throughout my life’s journey, I have learnt to look at the brighter side of things.
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3 comments:
nice, interesting and funny..i even read the whole thing thrice. but the more i read the more confused i am..do you or do you not have a 'plastic bag' on that fateful day which will most probably be your "days of my life's" story to your grandchildren..
nice short account on ur misadventure..
I hope the plastic bag is not condom.. kekekeke
oooh! i remember that very well.
didn't know you write so well. keep it up and give me more.
miss you! boo hoo :(
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