walk down the memory lane...

With such cliched title for a post, you can't expect nething better from the body of the post. :P

Well today, i had to goto NCB, for ppl wo donno b'lore, it stands for National College, Basavangudi. So I took another Novell bus, which passes via that. Now to set some background, you should know that a wave of 'Last time we will be doing this' kinda feeling is travelling through entire Novell office. So you have ppl, saying my last tt game, last lunch @ cafetaria, last tender coconut 'n so on... :) Now this bus that i took, as a custom of something called 'idli-party'. So some more history on this custom - well aeons ago, when i was still a starry-eyed noob, fresh into the corporate world, i was introduced to this culture of 'dosa-party' by old-timers on the bus like Geetha, Vijaykumar, Renuka etc. Basically its nothing but, the ppl in da bus deciding to stop @ a food sagar on the way, and hogging. 'n each one wud take turns treating, well one nvr falls short for treat xcuses...right? ;)
And then Geetha left, Renuka left, many ppl joined in, some more ppl left, bus got divided into two routes...hmm just looking at the changes that've happened in the bus, i feel 've come so far... :)

Anyways now this bus i travelled in today, is Vijaykumar's bus, and he had kept up the tradition, but now it was an 'idli-party' instead of dosa. 'n today was supposed to be the 'last idli-party', remember the last feeling wave i was talking abt? :) Well ppl forced me to stay o'er for the next stop, instead of getting down @ NCB, and to my pleasant surprise, discovered it was @ the one 'n only 'Brahmin's Coffee Bar' :) Now this was where my walk down the memory lane started. The last time i had eaten thr was when i was this jumpy school-going kid, who walked in front of it every morning 'n evening. So it was nice to see that nothing had changed, except there was a BIGGER crowd now, a Helmet stand for the convenience of innumerable bikers who turn up and a person standing outside with a big container of the most delicious chutney, ready to pour out the second/extra helpings to the ppl which was invariably everyone. :) My friend's remarks @ the end when i was leaving - "You are lucky yaar, first time in our bus and you get a idli-party!" Can't agree more, was indeed lucky today. :)

While walking from there to my friend's place, i passed by this bonda/mixture stall, opp Uma theatre. Now this is another famous landmark in my memory lane, so stopped by and bought some mixture and bonda/bhajji, 'n man did it feel great! :)

But yea what happened next wasn't good. Eve-teasing 'n that too three times in a single day! Started in morning while walking towards bus-stop, then this and then once more while walking back from my friends place. Thankfully they were all mild, only once i remember being scared, when a guy followed me all the way till home @ night from my aunts place,...yea tht was scary! Anyways generally i just ignore and walkby, no point giving it notice, which i feel most often is wht they xpect u to do. So yea ignoring works, actually ignoring works for so many things!

tht was a detour, coming back..yes, after some more trippin' 'n reminiscing abt old times with my friend, was waiting at the bus-stop and guess which bus comes, '43A'. Now thats the bus i used to travel in everyday! I get-in and i see the driver was still da same, though now he had grown a full beard. The bus remained pretty much same, except they had removed those stickers 'n God's photo frame @ the back of the name-plate door. Everyday morning the driver used to buy these flowers and put it on it. It was like a tradition, not to be broken, so was suprised not to see it. Anyways the conductor had aged quite a bit and sadly he dint recognize me, well he dint look @ me much but still...

neways this rambling has gone for quite long, so lemme stop.
adios.