A silly blog

This narration is about some observations I made while inside the bus.  Amusing ones, actually.  Thought I will share it with my fellow Ilanders. 

This morning I was seated next to a college girl. And her friends were seated in the front seat. 

The girls were animatedly chatting away.   They were conversing in Telugu and in between used words in English.  So I could gather they were excited about some party they had in the college.

Here is the gist of their discussion.

They were talking about an event they had planned for the guests.  The guests were their outgoing seniors.  And they were to have a contest or pageant, whatever.  So they were using the word ‘Miss Contestant’ many times, till one of them said:

"Hey they had held the ‘Miss. Fresher’ contest so we can now call it ‘Miss. Farewell’ instead of Miss. Contestant."  I was laughing.  But silently, mind you.  Oh so it was a farewell party, I thought, looking at the girls dressed in ethnic party wear and pretty facial make up. 'Miss. Contesntant' and 'Miss. Farewell'? 

Never heard of such titles in my life...

Then one of them told that the previous night she had been preparing questions to ask the contestants.  One of them was: 'Who is your role model?'

But the others did not seem to agree on it. It was a very common question, they said. They kept saying different questions.  And all the while I pretended not to be listening though I actually was, trying hard not to laugh.

Then came the ultimate question.  One of them told with a sudden burst of excitement:

“Hey, we will ask: 'What are the similar differences between a man and a woman?'” 

And I could no longer contain that laughter  I was for so long suppressing.  I burst out in a laughter.  ‘Similar differences?’

And the girls suddenly looked at me, kind of bewildered.  They paused for a few seconds looking at me as if I had lost my marbles.  Then they resumed their conversation.  I tried my best to control my laughter and soon I had to get down.   I smiled at them and muttered “ good luck for the party girls” and got down the bus.

But the fun was not finished folks.  While commuting back home, the joke was on me.  How? 

Read on....

I grabbed a seat as soon I was done with the jostling and bustling to get in the bus.  Luckily I got the one near the window. After flashing my bus pass, I stretched my legs, leaned back, closed my eyes and was soon asleep.  And when I woke up, the street did not look familiar.  I looked out again and it dawned on me.  Ha, I had overslept and had gone further from my destination.  I sheepishly looked around, half with amusement and half embarrassedly.  Thank God, no one knows, I am getting down at the wrong stop, I thought as I got down at the next stop.  I caught another bus back home, chiding myself for falling asleep!

What a day, I thought amusedly.  Began with me laughing at others and ended with me laughing at my own self.