A Journey in a crowded Bus in Bangladesh
Travelling in buses is a hazard now-a-days in Bangladesh. The buses are always overcrowded with people hanging preciously or standing on the foot board. It is not that the people of doing so far pleasure or for fun of it; in most cases they are forced to travel that way.
The other day I boarded a crowded bus while going to school. As usual the bus was jam-packed and people were standing dangerously on the foot board. The conductor checked the tickets of the passengers as they got down from the bus. Then in a shrill voice he asked the driver to proceed. I managed to hold the door handle and gradually pushed myself in. Inside, it was really suffocating and passengers were packed like sardines. The misery of the commuters, speciously of the women and the children, knew no bounds. The lucky ones, who were seated, were a bit better off. The rest could hardly stand properly.
It was stuffy inside and I was streaming with sweat. Those who wanted to get down had actually to fight their way out. I was standing virtually on one leg, clinging to the overhead rod. Suddenly a child started crying and her mother tried desperately to pacify him. Whenever a seat fell vacant, there was always a scramble for it. To make matters worse the conductor was pushing us inside to make room for the new passengers. Occasionally, he was stretching his sweaty hands to collect fares. It was very difficult it stand properly because of the jostle inside. To add fuel to the fire, there was a constant chatter of the passengers – nobody knows about what. The driver was very liberal to use electric horn which was ear-splitting. Furthermore, he was applying the air breaks sharply, and the passengers were thrown off their balance.
There were swearing at the driver and advised him to drive carefully. Suddenly there was a cry ‘pick pocket’, ‘pick pocket’ at the rare gate. I looked back immediately and saw a young man jumping out from the running bus. The bus, however, did not halt. There was some commotion which gradually died down. By that time, I felt exhausted.
At last, I reached my destination, and with a sigh of great relief I managed to squeeze through the crow to get down. Indeed, it was the most tiresome journey I had ever made.
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