I witnessed this memorable incident in one of the many memorable bus journeys of my splendid life!
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I boarded this bus (a vestibule bus, with a bit of rubber in between; Chennaiites must be knowing!) from Koyambedu and in the same stop, a family with a man, the woman, two children boarded the bus. I was comfortably seated near the back entrance of the bus as usual (it's more comfortable to sit there; it's just next to the way to get down!) and I could easily see this family.
I could easily say they were village people, but to me, they seemed to be the happiest people in the entire bus (the bus was bigger than normal buses with the 'black-rubber' vestibule in between!). The man was playing some thing with his wife, the children were talking to each other happily (probably some jokes, since they were laughing their tiny asses off!)...
Then when the lady turned to a side, I saw some great visible scars of injuries by the side of her hand (obviously this would have been made by her husband)!!! I looked at the man again. He had squint eyes (one looked like some plane crashed on it, I think the left one... yeah, left eye!) and stern looks. He looked like the man who would drink every night in the road-side Tasmac shop and beat his wife up back home! It was frightening. But the great woman from Tamil Nadu (yeah, I am proud!) is still loving her husband to the core (I could see the genuine happiness in her eyes in spite of all these, whenever she spoke with him and stood by his side... Salute the lady!
"Probably all young couples should use public transport too! Avoid divorce!"
This incident is not going to be erased from my memory for a long long time!
Long live Tamil culture!
ak
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I boarded this bus (a vestibule bus, with a bit of rubber in between; Chennaiites must be knowing!) from Koyambedu and in the same stop, a family with a man, the woman, two children boarded the bus. I was comfortably seated near the back entrance of the bus as usual (it's more comfortable to sit there; it's just next to the way to get down!) and I could easily see this family.
I could easily say they were village people, but to me, they seemed to be the happiest people in the entire bus (the bus was bigger than normal buses with the 'black-rubber' vestibule in between!). The man was playing some thing with his wife, the children were talking to each other happily (probably some jokes, since they were laughing their tiny asses off!)...
Then when the lady turned to a side, I saw some great visible scars of injuries by the side of her hand (obviously this would have been made by her husband)!!! I looked at the man again. He had squint eyes (one looked like some plane crashed on it, I think the left one... yeah, left eye!) and stern looks. He looked like the man who would drink every night in the road-side Tasmac shop and beat his wife up back home! It was frightening. But the great woman from Tamil Nadu (yeah, I am proud!) is still loving her husband to the core (I could see the genuine happiness in her eyes in spite of all these, whenever she spoke with him and stood by his side... Salute the lady!
"Probably all young couples should use public transport too! Avoid divorce!"
This incident is not going to be erased from my memory for a long long time!
Long live Tamil culture!
ak
