When Life Gives You Lemons…forget the lemons, and get yourself some Blueberry Cheesecake!
Tuesday was full of travel decisions and blunders. The seemingly quiet morning turned into a frantic dash to arrive at college on time for the first lecture. I’ve never managed to make intelligent decisions when it comes to deciding what mode of transport I should take to be at my destination on time. I’ve largely ignored any valuable information anyone has ever given me about travel routes and options. I don’t know why. My head just blanks out on that sort of information. When Tuesday began just like any other college-day, I wasn’t expecting the trouble that was headed my way. I left about a minute late from home, and thanks to one unhelpful rickshaw-driver who refused to take me to the bus-stop, missed the bus at the usual bus-stop and watched the bus whiz by me as I was just about to get off the rickshaw that I had managed to catch later. I wasn’t late at the bus-stop by much; just a few seconds. I was in the mood for adventure. I asked the rickshaw-driver to “chase that bus”.
This wasn’t the first time I had travelled by rickshaw to catch a bus to college. The 255 holds some kind of special importance to me since I’ve been travelling by it since the first day of college. Even the bus conductor has come to know me well by now. If I had to explain why I travel such a long distance by bus, I’d be labelled as a crazy nut-case, so I won’t try to explain myself
Anyway, the chase began…
Unfortunately, it wasn’t as exciting as I had initially hoped. The rickshaw-driver turned out to be an ethical guy who refused to move up to a higher gear. I helplessly watched other vehicles go by while my rickshaw limped with high hopes to catch up with the 255 travelling at warp-speed. The 255 driver is a notorious guy known for skipping bus-stops, and I used to like that about the bus since that’s what helped the bus skip some heavy traffic at Bandra (West) before the highway. I tried convincing the driver to speed up, but he wouldn’t budge. He didn’t know of a gear higher than the 2nd, which, because of his older-model rickshaw, was only barely faster than the 1st. I did some mistakes too. I could’ve asked him to take the short-cut at D.N. Nagar knowing that the bus would lose some time at the stops before D.N. Nagar, but I didn’t. The bus was in my sight so I thought I could catch it. We ended up chasing after the bus till Juhu, at which point we managed to get just ahead of the bus. It was going to be a close call − getting off the rickshaw and catching the bus moments after, but I thought the conductor would ask the bus driver to stop once he saw me. I was wrong. Before I could even spot the conductor and wave to him, the conductor had rung the bell instructing the driver to skip the stop. It was gone. My rickshaw driver could probably see it on my face − how important this bus was for me. He stood there at the bus-stop looking at me as if to say, “c’mon, I’ll help you catch it ahead”. I gave him a dejected look to suggest that it wasn’t worth it.
After all, it was as if there was an important exam to appear for; just my personal goal of being on time in college everyday. I’ve managed to be in college before 9 AM on almost all days. Getting to college on time is actually easier than getting myself out of bed on time. That should explain why I’m either on time, or absent.
Following this thrilling but disappointing chase, the bus that arrived later on the Juhu bus-stop opposite Reliance World was the 241. I spotted “Wadala Depot” written on the sign-board from a distance and couldn’t believe my eyes. It was written in the same style it’s written on the 255, and I was hoping against hope that it was the 255. Once it arrived, I had a decision to make − to take or not to take
Taking the 241 meant figuring out a way to get to college from Wadala depot − something I had never done. That didn’t seem impossible, so I took it. Once I got on, I asked the conductor if the bus would stop at Sion Circle or King Circle or some other landmark that could help me figure out how to get to college. He said the bus would go through Dadar TT. My initial response to that was, “You can’t get to Wadala via Dadar TT! Are you nuts?!”, but then, to appear as if I knew what he’s talking about, I asked him for a ticket to Wadala depot.
The route the 241 took seemed like roads I had travelled on before, probably by bus no. 38, but I wasn’t sure. Finally, once Plaza and other streets arrived, it occurred to me that I had walked to college from Dadar once. I considered getting off at the Plaza since most people seemed to be doing that, but I knew that the road was long. Instead, I got off at Wadala Depot.
From there on, I made some amazing (uninformed) decisions and somehow managed to get to the charming buildings of Parsi colony. I thought if I could somehow get there, spotting five gardens would be easy, and it’s a straight road from there on. Parsi colony however turned out to be quite a maze. I ended up going around in a full round circle with the joggers
After that, I set my sights on the school that’s in the middle of Parsi colony. I knew that I could figure the way to college from there. Did that. Then spotted the way to Five Gardens. Then spotted the VJTI’s hostel entrance. What a relief. Amazingly, I reached college at 8:30, earlier than the time it takes to get there by 255!
I realized that Wadala was bang 40 mins away from Andheri via Dadar when there’s less traffic.
My travel-troubles for the day didn’t end there. On my way home, thanks to some day-dreaming guy, I wasn’t able to get off on my stop, and ended up getting off much further. But then, my mind began looking for something good in this hectic day. Thankfully, it spotted “Eden” (cakes) as soon as I got off the bus. After that, I knew exactly what I had to do…







