Travelling is always fun, and choosing a South Bombay college two years ago left me with no choice but to travel for a solid two hours, if not more.
But most people say commuting on Mumbai’s locals is never boring — and I won’t dispute that.
Whether it was buying the latest fashion magazine for ‘triple-a-discount’, watching that little ragged salesboy selling hundreds of multicoloured, eye-catching hairclips, jumping onto a Badlapur (BL) instead of a Belapur (BR) local; or even spending the night in a waterlogged compartment on that fateful 26/7…
I have had my share of excitement on trains. Like the thrilling rides on Bus No 138.
I took a course that took me further along the streets of Mumbai than even my college. And oh! The simple joys of sitting at the front window of this huge double-decker.
First, this bus is forever bursting at its seams — like the trains, and everything else in this city; second, the 20-minute ride from Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus to Cuffe Parade never fails to rejuvenate.
Third, the view is amazing. The ancient architecture of the buildings on DN Road, a glimpse of majestic Flora Fountain and then a peak into Oval Maidan just before catching up on the latest movie hoardings at Eros were all thrilling.
A little further along is Marine Drive. If I was lucky, I’d be caught at the signal so I could bask in the beauty of the ocean, the sun glinting off its breakers and a few fishermen in tiny boats in the distance.
The signal would then turn green and the bus would begun to move. And there I would be, not wishing to leave and yet eager for a glimpse of Mantralaya and the seemingly never-ending queue outside.
Before I know it, the high-rises of Cuffe Parade would come into view and just as I began counting the floors... lo, I had to disembark.
(Joanna Prabhakar is a student)