Unwell.

8 June 2016. Like most of my posts, this too begins with a commute. A little boy, with his head covered in gauze and an IV catheter in his arm, sits in front of me. It is a seat meant for two, but like many things Indian, a ‘little adjustment’ ensures that three people are squeezed onto the…

Hot summer days

Cold water becomes precious on hot summer days, especially for those whose job is to be on the road, driving the bus and issuing tickets. But regular commuters like this woman help out, getting ice-cold water to share with the driver and conductor, on the way back from work. As seen in bus route 29E, 28 April 2016.…

A chance encounter

Taking the bus, you see images flashing past – faces, buildings, trees. And sometimes, when you look down, deep in thought, you might just realize that the old wrinkled woman sitting in front of you who, until then, was just another face in the crowd, is actually a construction worker, returning home, carrying a hoe held between tanned, roughened fingers, after a long…

Mums

  Mums are awesome. When they take the bus, they not only manage to carry their handbags, but they also carry you and everything else that you might ever need — some balloons for you to play with, towels to cool off in the summer heat, food in case you get hungry and so on and so forth.…

Car-free Sundays

Wake up before the sun rises. Check. Watch the sky turn pink while sipping some awesome coffee. Check. Take a long bus ride and see the city wake up. Check. Loiter around on the street and create some art. Check. I love it when a plan comes together! Car-free Sundays are held at Elliot’s Beach Road, Chennai, from…

Out of reach

As the soft sounds remind of you of a city waking up from its stupor, a yellow sun disperses what remains of the early morning chill. Despite the early morning rush, stray sun rays find their way in the bus, lighting up everything in their path, bouncing off the bright blue clothes of the little ones, yellow light turning into blue. At times…

(Satire) How to be a good driver in India

For me, commute equals buses. And between buses, there is also a lot of walking (and running and jumping and a whole other host of athletic stunts) involved. In some rare moments between hopping buses, dodging traffic, trying not to step on people’s toes and surviving to live another day, I find time to think how utterly inconsiderate some people…

Of literature

Being rather a bookworm, I’m usually to be found immersed in some English book or the other. But I have never managed to find time for Tamil literature, largely on account of me having a rudimentary knowledge of the Tamil language. Where do buses come in to all this, you ask? Well, buses in Chennai…

Welcome

Welcome to a world where it is always 6.43 – never early, never late, suspended between dusk and twilight, maybe. Welcome to a world where time stands still – pushing you away a little further, or prodding to bring you a little closer, a time for dreams, maybe. Welcome to a world that is what you want…

SPACEMAN SPIFF.

Flipping through my sketchbook, I came across this – a sketch I had done a long time ago of a fellow passenger reading Calvin & Hobbes. It was enough to keep me awake on an early morning commute that day. Talking of Calvin, here is what he has got to say on creativity. What do you…