Oops..its the window seat again!!!

I travelled to trichy today to get back my lap top.. i had given it for servicing but unfortunately, the jouney turned out to be fruitless.. i returned empty handed.. it was a complete waste of time.. Well, the journey to trichy is roughly 1 and half houlrs from my home. While sitting in the bus, i made sure i dont occupy the window seat today!! but when i was returning back, i thought it would be silly to have this phobia.. afterall i have been sitting near the window since my childhood n just one incident in my adulthood shouldnot snatch away my sentimental attachment to the window seat.. thus, thinking about it, i boldly sat near my usual window seat and made sure that i dont have any tobacco spitter before me.. (i sat near the entrance of the bus).. now feeling happy about avoiding any sort of oddities, i sat with a triumphant smile on my face and enjoyed the scenic beauty outside.. but to my horror, the bus got crowded at the very next stop. Usually ladies enter from the front gate of bus and the gents from the back.. A lady with a cute little girl entered the bus..

Being a very good person at heart, i offered to help the lady and she gave her daughter to me.. she sat on my lap but kept crying.. i love kids and i just love to handle them and manage to bring smile on their face.. so i started talking to this crying baby.. After knowing her name (which was "Angel") i started my conversation that i usually have with every kid..she was wearing a pink frock with a white rose on it.. i praised the dress for sometime which distracted her from her crying.. like a baby i asked her where did she buy the beautiful dress from??.. and came the instantaneous reply- "From shop!!!" ( god, i did not know that dresses are sold in shops!).. so i asked her about the shoes that she wore.. I asked her where did she buy the shoes from ( expecting the answer to be "From shop" again ) but this time she replied- " Mom bought it".. so i asked her where did SHE buy them from, n thi

s kid replied-"ask my mom!" .. end of conversation. i thought i would continue it if she would have answered-"from shop" again, so that i could confuse the kid between the shoe shop and the dress shop.. but Nooo.. the kids are getting smarter these days..

After sometime, i could sense that the girl was about to cry again as she started making her twisted moves to get down my lap.. to distract her, i started showing her the shops on the roadside.. the flower shop, the shoe shop, the fruits & vegis shop n came the series of wine shop.. i kept mum for the time being.. this girl did not pay attention to the shops i had been showing her till now but promptly saw outside when i didnot say anything.. "What are these??" , she asked me pointing towards the series of TASMAC bars that were on the roadside.. i was wondering what to say (gicing pressure to my nervous system and all my neurons) and i replied, "Shops!" without any further explanation.. A smirk on my face for having been victorious to the wits of the kid!.. 

My lap has a magic.. whoever sits on it sleeps for sure..(even the laptop slept & thats why i had to give it for servicing!).. dont worry, they dont sleep forever..this girl slept on my cozy lap with a smile across her face.. i felt triumphant for the third time in bus( making a crying kid comfortably sleep on your lap is a victorious thing!) ..i laid back and started wondering about the future of this girl.. will she be a doctor? an engineer? an ordinary woman? or.... will she be the dirty lady whom i encountered yesterday!!! i was imagining this girl's teeth stained red with tobacco and drooling red fluid on

 my pants.. i did not finish imagining it when i felt warm.. 

it was the warmth given by the girl.. i could feel the warmth getting warmer and warmer with time and suddenly i realised that it was indeed the warmth given by "Angel".. in the form of piss!!!.. now i felt cooler and cooler with the wind blowing hard from the entrance door.. ever wondered why people dont stand at the entrance when you desperately want them to?? i was cursing myself for not getting up before my stop ... i handed over the girl to her mother and she occupied my place..

i got down at my stop with my wet pant.. i was walking towards my house with a dilemma.. should I ever sit in the window seat again??? and i decided yes.. atleast to share the incidents on the blog.. what do you say ;) ???

Moral- get up a few minutes before your stop comes..