Reading the note posted by my friend ( See the previous post) brings back a lot of memories. Like all Engineering Colleges located outside city limits, the college bus arrived at one's stop around 7 in the morning to begin a long eventless journey that lasted around 90 minutes. The entire process was tiring, no doubt, yet more than that, it was so mechanical. I felt like one of those trash bags picked from each household and all collectively dumped in one place, day in and day out. In the evenings, this process was more digestible, probably because the students were less sleepier or perhaps due to the joy that their day of education was over. Yet in the morning, the scene was one of mundane drudgery. Every single one of us would have a grim plastic expression with unfeeling eyes like one in a hypnosis session. One gets reminded of the robot in Small Wonders. The only interruptions seemed the unpleasant starters for boring conversations on where X went last evening and all the boring shit X saw.
This was a plain horrible start for mornings to me. Hence, more often than not, I would intentionally miss the bus and take public transport. I dint want to be 'institutionalized'. I dint want to belong to one organization. In public transport, I felt liberated. I had a sense of freedom, individuality and grounding to the REAL world. I used to love it. Classmates were often bemused. For them, missing the college bus was a nightmare come true and would rather bunk college than slog their way in a bumpy congested ride with the mass. For me, it was heaven. I would message a smiley face to my friend, Anitha, only to learn that she was too, elsewhere, taking the MTC. Those were the good old days! :)