Transport me fast pleaseeeeee

Dear Blog,

The last time i checked on the temperature it was 14 Degree, i know its nothing to be fussy about but its cold and such a cold that it makes our heart freeze to death... i recently got a complain that i have become " cold hearted " probably due to the weather ahahaha..... jokes apart..... i know its winter and what else can i expect but a shivering shower time, shivering walk and yes shivering voice... however today lets not talk about me whining and making a fuss over the weather for i have got the courage to endure it all... for right now i am back again sitting in my favorite place " Bathroom" with a warm jacket and writing this...

8: 00 AM: My journey to work begins as i lazily pull myself out of the bed, wishing i was a little child again where the most difficult part was brushing your teeth and doing your homework..... i quickly brush and rush out for work.......

8:10 AM:  I reach the main road where i am to take my Micro van( local transportation).

There they come, TOO FAST TOO FURIOUS....... Ayyy Ratna park, ratna park...didi janey ho ( Ratna park is a junction where we change our bus for a different route, sis you want to go);  I say yes and when i enter i see all various kinds of people, some are even half asleep in such an early morning, not to mention myself who looks like a birdie right out from her nest. I find a way for myself, and again he yells aloud " Ayy ratna park, ratna park........Ratna parkkk........

After A While.........

Your fare please...I quitely hand over my 12 rupees, for i do not hold any student ID...
Suddenly an older looking woman simply gives him Rs.7 ( discount fare for students) and the small boy mocks at her, there now the lady is furious, " Kina haseko, hami chai student huna sakdina" ( why are you laughing, cant we be students)....he then tries to control it as much a possible, looking at the ID card; then she says" Padhnu ta aucha " (Do you know how to read); then he replies, Aucha didi aucha ( yes i know how to read)
The boy has stopped yelling Ayy Ratna Park Park...and he is busy doing his calculations of how much he must return. Again didi your fare please when a women turns very unheard and looks out the window, there he is again Can i have your fare sister, again she is staring out the window, irritated little boy; Sister YOUR FARE PLEASE, when the women very angry says " Dinchu ta k ma timro 12rs liyera bhagchu" ( I will give you your 12rs, you think i will run away with your money)...then she hands over just Rs.10 to the boy, again he says sister 2 more rs please, then the woman is really annoyed and says i dont have 2 rs, dont make a fuss over your Rs2. hearing that the boy says " What can i do sister, this Rs2 might be nothing for you, but for us it seems like 2 lakh, hearing that everyone in the van giggles.

Well all this while, i was feeling sick very very sick, then i turned to a person sitting next to me... Oh My god, early morning with nothing on my tummy, i almost threw up, such a pretty lady and her armpits were smelling, ewww just like a Goat who never knew what taking a shower means. I was disgusted.

8: 18 AM: Another bus stop, right in front of Nepal tourism Board, it says 19 Days more to go for VISIT Nepal 2011, mind you all ha, its our VISIT NEPAL YEAR 2011, where the inauguration shall start on 14th Jan 2011 in a grand way, I bet its another long walk for us carrying the hoards again. Phew, there again, Ayy Langankhel, lagankhel, auuu nu yaha seat khali cha...didi januuu laggyo aunuss.... ( Lagankhel: Destination, and they board us saying that its leaving immidiately).

There a petite small boy is yelling his lungs out to gather as many passenger as he could, I could see his master, the driver must have given him a new pair of Sweaters and he was shining in it however in such a cold winter he had his slippers on, i thought to myself, there see if people can manage with slippers why make a fuss over not buying yourself a new boot this year. After we all squeezed in to the seats, the van finally moved, Music so loud.... " My name is Sheela, Sheela ki Jawani, I'm too sexy for you"; and the little boy is singing it aloud... My name is Sheela tapping his feet.... Well mind you, Dirty, Smelly Arm pits are everywhere and I was once again the vicitim, this time both sitting side by me had the aroma and all i wished for was to reach my destination as early as possible".

Well i had no choice but to look outside the window, turn my music louder than the Van's song, there i saw all tiny little boys yelling to board in as many passengers as they could and arguing with themselves for the customers, i thought my Job was harder but when i look at them struggling and yelling the same thing over and over again everyday, i have no option but to be happy in what job i hold. They never complain of cold, nor their body aroma nor do they care if they have brushed their teeth today, all they care for is working and yelling as loud as they can to gather customers, while doing so they do not even care if they are friends; for at that moment they are competitors and if they loose out on one customer they have to yell harder until they find a customer. I wonder if they would be happy if we offered them education. I wondered how much would they make in a day and how many families do they support in doing so, i wondered if they get to eat proper foods. I wondered what will they become, when they grow up, heard the good ones become the Driver, but not all could be Drivers right? Well i wondered how far had they come to hold this job. I kept wondering, until he poked me and said; Sister your fare pleaseee..........and all were staring at me, which means he was poking me for a while and i was lost in my own thought......