Journey in a Crowded Bus
Travelling by bus is really a ztrd now a days. The buses are always overcrowded with people hanging precariously fh TCor standing on the footboard. It is not that the - people are doing so for pleasure. In most cases they are bound to travel in that way. The other day I got on such a crowded bus while going to school. The bus was .jumpacked and people were standing unsafely on the footboard. When the bus stopped at Science Laboratory I manage to hold the door handle and gradually pushed myself in. In a shrffl voice the conductor asked the driver to proceed on. It was really suffocating ('VwrvvsrvZr) inside the bus. The misery of the passengers, specially of the women and children, knew no bounds. The lucky ones. who were seated. were a bit better. The rest could hardly stand properly. Those who wanted to get down had actually to fight their way out. I was standing virtually on one leg. clinging to the overhead rod. Suddenly a child started crying and the mother tried to pacify (wa co) him. Whenever a seat fell vacant. there was always a scramble (sTERsfcg) for it. OccasionaIly, the conductor was pushing us inside to make room for the new passengers. He was also Stretching his hands to collect fares. It was very difficult to stand properly because of the jostle (:TWl4lfflinside. Furthermore. the driver was applying the brake sharply and the passengers were thrown off their balante. \ ' Suddenly there was a cry 'Pick pocket, pick pocket' at the gate. I looked back immediately and saw a young man jumping out from the running bus. The bus however. didn't halt. At last, I reached my destination and with a sigh of great relief. I managed to squeeze (cWrwrwn) through the crowd to get down. Indeed. it was the most tiresome journey I had ever made.
