Uncle, can I sit besides you?

As my father was bus conductor, travelling in the bus in my childhood was a fantastic.

I was little naughty in the childhood but whatever I did, I always was careful about it.

I remember, everytime we travelled somewhere, my father knew in advance as to which bus is going to be on the platform, so we used to sit in it ahead of time.

I always liked to sit on the sit that is just behind the driver… so that I can watch him driving. If you have ever sat besides the driver, you would have experienced that with the heavy vehicles as bus, when the car passes by, it feels for a moment that our vehicle is going to colloid but at very last micro-moment, driver turns the wheel and passes by.

I was fan of this, I always knew that he would not colloid, so I would be like ‘wooooooooooooooooooo’ … closer the vehicle in front approached, more my ‘woooooooo’ extended !!!

Everytime we travelled, I was never excited to where we were going, I used to be more excited that I would get to sit behind the driver.

I would sit on my knees, I would hold the net in front and would look out, I always liked to keep an eye on how driver changes the gears, how he pushes pedals ..

I was too young to know which one is which but I would keep looking at which pedal he presses to control speed and which one he presses to brake…

I would imagine a steering in my hand and I would keep pushing my legs thinking as if I am driving the bus and not him. I have done this so many times with so much of enthusiasm that even today, when I get into the cab and I sit at the back seat, I imagine pedals underneath my legs and I drive along with driver…

As a child, I knew my father would never say yes to sit there so I would go right to the driver and used to take his permission asking, ‘Driver uncle me yahape aapke sath baith sakta hu kya ?’, who would say No to such an adorable voice … He always said ‘yes’ and I did enjoy it every single time.. It was like I would get so much involved into it that I used to forget that I had to get down …I never wanted to !

I remember, while getting down, I would tap on driver’s shoulder from the back and I would say, ‘Bbye uncle. Thank you so much for letting me drive’…hahahah and he would be like ‘ha? for letting me drive?’ 😆

Till date, when I get to travel by bus, I prefer sitting on the front sit, just besides the driver .. I know I can’t enjoy moving my hands on imaginary steering wheel but my legs still push those virtual pedals when driver pushes brakes.

And I enjoy that as much as I used to…

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