Travelling alone

So, today I have gone a step ahead in my life, which according to me I should had taken a long time before. I traveled a long distance, to reach to my destination, And all alone, on myself being responsible towards me and breaking all the stereotypes thought and rules made by the chauvinistic male idealism.

So, I took a bus and traveled all alone, the conductor of the bus was more than enough, if this we talk about hospitality. He sat besides by seat, first of all he inquired all about where I was from and where I am heading to

And just like all the show offing over intelligent people started delivering lectures! Oh! You are studying. You should study in such a way that you could get a government job. Except this you should maintain a skin if you can’t your parent have to offer a big amount of dowry for your marriage and blah! Blah! Blah! And he continued. I wanted to give him a big reply with which his mouth can be left forever shut! But my roller coaster life had taught me many lesson as far now , in which one stated , speak to those to whom your words are worthy don’t waste it over a stuffs that can’t be changed! So I remained quite.

Well during the journey neither I was nervous nor I was worried but my friends and family member had their heart on bet every minute I was irritated with their worrying messages. This let me in the thought that why this doesn’t happen when my brother is going out of station?

The first passenger that sat beside me was an old lady; she was a kind of soft, tender and noble person. But her eyebrows also rose when she heard of me traveling with solidity. The second person sat beside me was a mid age woman around 30, she was going to her daughter whose boards exam is going on! The bus, after than, halted for half an hour at a line hotel. There, I saw women’s toilet. It was not like the women toilet of the rest of the world, because the men were going in and coming out of that toilet. For a minute my mind got trapped in a subtle confusion, whether those men where women in appearances of men or the meaning of women has turned into men! Well I wanted to click a picture of this incident but my so called sanskar didn’t allow me to interfere in ones privacy. This made me laugh for a while.

 The journey continued through the most beautiful green sight, the bottom light green with a tint of yellow in the season of mustard. And there were a layer of dusty dark green over which, fell the brightest sun-rays.  With a gap of this we entered in busy lane of people and people, of different colours of thought and of their own different world.

This continued and we reached the Gandhi Setu and the Ganga water   was its minimum level. There was constructions work going on almost half of it. In the bus several times I was argument within passengers and the conductor, at times the conductor was right but the passengers were also.

 I was dropped at Rajrndra Nagar pul and from there I reserved an auto and reached at my hostel. The driver asked if I know the address or not but I smartly handled it with the help of the buddy google maps. I reached safely to an unknown place with the help of none but myself!

Later on I will tell you about my new life, i.e. hostel life!