A funny incident!

After a grueling day at work, I came down to Tidel Park to board my 7.30 PM bus to reach home. As usual, Rajiv Gandhi Salai was bustling with traffic, where bikers define their own rules, pedestrians cross the roads at will, overcrowded MTC buses defy gravity and the share auto(the mangled remains of a crashed Auto Rickshaw, when rehashed gives birth to a strange thing called Share Auto ) wallas beckon the tagged gentlemen and women for one-helluva-ride!

It was 8PM, I was still waiting with bated breath, wondering whether the bus had already left! When the clock ticked 5 min past 8, bus finally arrived and I puffed away a huge sigh of relief. People (fellow employees) took-off like a bat out of hell, to ensure they got seat. I was the last to board the bus, and fortunately I got a window seat. Moments later, I noticed that the person who was sitting in the front seat was a Mobileaholic,a conclusively proven fact, for he was talking ever since I had reached the bus stop, CUG was doing the trick, I guess. 'He is a non-stop-non-sense' I thought to myself. His antics were irritating me… And what surprises me the most is, these are the same people( both men and women) who notch a vociferous 110 Decibel while a striking normal conversation, and invariably drop down to a feeble 30 Db, while talking to their special-someone. This is a trick, these people posses up their sleeve. And I wonder what these people talk all the time, all day long…

Coming back to the story, The trip sheet which is normally passed in the bus, is supposed to be filled-in by every associate which captures the basic details like Associate ID, Destination et al, and this gentleman, seated at the front did not care to fill it when it was passed to him, nor did he care to pass it to me. I was waiting patiently for my turn to fill it up, and I would then doze-off happily. I was closely monitoring him, he would just go about start filling-in, and then be immersed in the conversation doing all sorts of non-verbal gimmicks. He would then again have a look at the trip sheet, start filling-in and again would get lost in the conversation. Finally he made up his mind and started filling-in something concrete and just when I thought he was done with it, he puts aside the trip sheet pad and again started talking. I got enraged and by the time the bus reached Guindy, I totally lost my cool and said 'Boss are you going to pass that trip sheet or not' and he responded saying ' The pen doesn't write'!

I sheepishly smiled and curled up in my seat…