I travel quite frequently by local buses. The travel itself may not always be pleasurable or aromatic for that matter. The buses cater to a large population of homeless and destitute folks and aroma therapy is not one of their strengths. I don’t blame them – far from it – when poor and hungry, smelling good is not exactly on their priority list and I can understand that. But sometimes, you also have quite the belligerent bloke.
One time, I am standing in the bus surrounded by the homeless and soapless – my tummy neatly tucked in for longer and longer periods of time before exhaling slowly and then inhaling again swiftly. All of this in an unconspicuous manner mind you. For they get upset if they think their body odours offend you. So, I have this nice Yoga routine going on when one bloke with tattoos all over his body looks at the bloke next to me,and says , “Yo! What – getting smart with me eh?”
To which tattooless odour replies nonchalantly, “Yeah .. ” and turns his back on him and starts looking out the window. By now, the female next to Mr. Tattoo casts him a glance that had nothing but admiration dripping from it. There is something in admiring looks from the opposite sex that seem to act like dish soap, baking soda and vinegar(the combination makes it foam like a volcano)
Mr.Tattoo upped his belligerence quotient a bit and took to shouting. Now folks who know me will attribute this sensitivity to the length of my nose, but I smelled something different in the whole melee. Alcohol. I am a careful sort of person and prefer not to be in the limelight, if at all possible. So, I tried to discreetly move away from the spot, when tattoo guy spots me inching away and thinks his bravado has impressed me to such an extent that I actually decided to move away, and he gathered all the energy at his disposal and shouted. “You want to see how hard my punch is? Ya da?”
The tattoo less one meanwhile takes indifference as the best option and continues to look out the window. He then turns and catches Mr Tattoo’s eye for an instant, and that was enough for him. He launched into it – with a vim and the kind of energy that would have been more productively used on soaping himself. Then to my horror, he pulls up his pant legs. Now I am all for self expression and all that, but this was getting a bit thick. I was just thinking of getting down and walking down the rest of the way, when Monsieur Tattooless decided to do the same thing and mercifully exited the bus.
I turned to see that Mr.Tattoo was actually brandishing a knife in his sock when he pulled up his trouser legs. I tumbled out of the bus at the next stop. Crawling was better than risking my life. To my knowledge, all Tattooless did was say “Yeah..”. For that is he got shown the knife, I didn’t know what would happen if he found out that I was inhaling and exhaling rather slowly to keep the many smells emanating from him at bay.
Then, I see this news article talking of how alcohol makes people see intent even when there isn’t any. Like any bartender would gladly tell you, or I will, having had that exp. on the bus. Maybe, every glass of alcohol should be served only after a few minutes of Yoga. Make every one of ’em Yogic Alcoholics.
17 thoughts on “Yogic Alcoholics”
I used to take the bus when I was in gradschoo(completely different state) but no such wierd exp. though:) i thought the bus transport over ehre is really poor!
I know…if one thing can be improved, it is the public transit system – hmmm
Sounds a little scary…
Yes Suresh – that very Shree found an app for booking taxis and insists I take those instead!
Tht was scary!!!
OMG – I would have probably taken my Yogic practice to the next level and levitated myself out of the bus pronto! Scary!
Yep…that is what I did – the very next stop and then walked for a mile.
WTF?? What are you doing girl?? YOU SHOULD TAKE THE TAXI.
Remind me to reaffirm this next time when we meet.
I have this fight day-in and day-out. Now there is iPhone app called TaxiMagic which allows her to get the taxi with few clicks..and still she is refusing 😦
Well….it doesn’t happen everyday – people brandishing knives I mean. Usually, I get in – study surroundings and bury my nose in a book whether or not I am reading. So, I am okay. Sometimes, it is volatile like this, and then I just jump off!
Previous response was from me (Sri) of course.
Oops! Didnt realize it was so dangerous out there. Take care!
If you cannot avoid the bus totally,suggest you keep a knife in your handbag too…just in case..for defence!:-!
Thanks Hema….it is often the case when people are drunk, cold and poor. A certain recklessness in their actions – like they don’t care for anything – repercussions or not.
As for me, like I said, I am one of those careful birds who flutter away at the first sign of trouble.
Scary!! I would have fainted at the sight of the knife!
Thankfully I did not SK. That would have just made the guy prouder of his idiocy than ever. I just jumped off the bus.
It sounds like someone had an adventure because they didn’t take the taxi. Was it safe, smart or sound? No.
It was, however, exciting and yielded a pretty good story.
Then again, taking a taxi next time might not be a terrible idea.