Staring at Blanckness
Ryan, his mind doing a mix of thrill and angst, got his little backpack ready. Awaiting the blend time ahead, he left to take an auto on the crowded streets of Hyderabad.”Convenient means of transport saar for a foreigner like you”, suggested someone, the day he landed from the Playground of Europe.
Standing on the road, all he could see were buses with people hanging on the rods that spelt death. Green blobs! Something that scared him the minute he knew that it was public transport. He had to travel 40km north to meet an associate. “I don see an auto. So the strike I read about in the newspaper was about this! Whatever. What’s the next convenient means!” he spoke to himself. His mind was still doing the blend. He walked certain distance and found a state transport reservation counter. He booked a ticket for a bus that he thought would be comfortable for the little distance ahead.
Ryan was strung out from his business activities, with the pressure of handling a dozen clients and his relationship with his girlfriend in jeopardy. Adding insult to injury. He needed a break. He longed for fresh air that had the power to drain the debris that his problems had created. Just another day! Taking the window seat, without troubling his addled mind he quickly fell asleep. He was awoken by the Sun’s blazing rays. “The bus hasn’t started???” the bus barely travelled 15km thanks to the traffic snarls. When the bus finally gained speed, he slipped back into sleep. But this time he woke up with a jerk. “Oh Christ, a breakdown???”
He got down to talk to people and noticed a huge advertisement hoarding that said “This is where you will take a U-turn! Let your mind free :) ”
And then he just walked….He sipped his cup of coffee and smiled.