The Bustop !

Some good years back three convent school girls in their salwar kameez and starched dupatta were waiting for DTC bus at the bus stop. One of them took out her neatly covered in brown paper with name sticker rough note book. She opened the last page and took out a natraj pencil from her pencil box (then what ever written in pencil could be easily erased). They wrote qualities of a nice guy:they wrote fair, smart, handsome and convent educated. They had also picked boys at the bus stop ( well easier picking boys then), i mean selected convent boys who were waiting at the same bus stop. The naughty one jumping around with silky hair was every ones favourite. But one girl differed she picked the one wearing specs and reading goosebumps early morning. The other two made fun of her and taunted her saying he is an uncle, she replied that she likes serious , quite and mature guys. After few years when they attended the farewell party with the same convent boys they discovered convent boys are no more interested in convent girls . Except a few, which then went on to become school romance love stories.

Soon after school and in the second year of college waiting with a male friend on the bus stop, the convent educated girl was in a discussion. Though blushing she told him she would only date a guy who has a car and not make her walk or wait at a bus stop. The guy laughed and said look for men who are not studying, because all the cars outside college were not the cars of the boys but their father's. Well he had  a point to make. And still all you wanted was a nice guy who is good with you and takes you to parties in his car and later if you are lucky you get married to him and then the car either comes as a dowry or if he does well in his papa's business.

But if you cross that and then take a bus to office everyday. Morning and evening you wait for the bus, sometimes run behind them on roads and travel with all kinds of fellows. You actually realize the importance of your hard earned money.  And then in your office where there are men in more proportion to women and some real gentleman. After work when you go out for coffee or drinks with these men you realize there is a boy still in them who has refused to grow up. Its fun to be around such boys,  who are in transition.Its fine to date them but who wants to marry them? Let Mummy Papa find a nice guy with a good package and his own car.

It is only with buses that one goes, and the other one comes, because real men don't come again and again. Then you hope for a man , who takes care of you ( this need of being taken care by someone), actually waiting at a bus stop your mom calls you and sends you the photos of boys who have turned into a man and ready to take the plunge.  

Then when you meet a man some two bus stops away from your home. Sitting infront of him you wonder wether he matches the list written in your brown notebook, or the guy you discussed in college. And you realize that maybe i have not grown i am still that girl looking for a boy at heart in a man's body.