I take the bus to work, well I don’t have a car so I hv to take the bus and I am this green revolutionist who believes that if I can avoid travelling by car even 1/4th of the times I am gonna save the Earth. Well, I believe it, so it has to be true :)
I experienced this horrific moment whilst travelling in the BUS. Now some background about the bus. The newer species of the bus are quite spacious and at the same time a low floored one. I believe the basic idea is to let the people (irrespective of their caste, creed, age or $ex) getting in or getting off the bus quite comfortably. For the benefit of the ladies/gals/women/aunties/grannies (the female human race) there are a total of 3 seats reserved in the bus. These are F3 (first few front) seats which are all on one side or distributed on either sides of the bus. So if u see the gentlemen getting into the bus and their heads locked up in “watch the sky” pose you know what they are looking for, sign posts to tell them that the seats are reserved for ladies. Moving ahead , these seats are right on the tyres. I highly doubt these buses have good shock absorbing mechanism, again since I believe it must be true.
On my way to office there is this patch of road (I shall call it road A), which equates to a mountainous rough patch of a not-so-well-defined-path. Implying, the road is just terrible, the bus on this road is like seeing the bus and along with the bus seeing all the passengers jumping up and down, cos of the uneven roads. Today, I sat on the 3rd seat which keeps you away from the people who crowd the aisle. The minute the bus embarked on road A, the bus was jumping up and down, so were the people and so was I. Up and down, up and down, and then the horrific moment struck me, the baby flab (hhhhhhmmmmmm I still insist on the word baby) that has collected around my waist was continuing with the jumps long after we had left the road A and it jumped up and down and up and down for a good 5 seconds. 5 seconds of nerve wrecking, breath holding, devastating realization that the flab is there, and it jumps like a jelly. What was worse was, it didn’t stop at that, the horrific moment (now possibly stretched into an hour) continued, when I walked from the bus stop all the way to the office, the jelly jump of my flab continued :(. And I decided to slow down least it should be apparent to everybody else. Jelly-jumps-of-my-own-flab I was horrified, how could they???
