I was heading towards bandra today, had work, just another day when I spent exhorbitant amount of cash for college stuff! Shyaa!

So anyway, while I dragged myself in the murderous heat of the afternoon, I contemplated on how many steps more I could endure before I collapsed and died of sun/heat stroke.

And NO, I’m not being dramatic!

Random thoughts running inside my head.

Every individual should have their own oxygenated air bubble that encompasses them, and each such bubble should be air conditioned. Such bubbles will keep out the unwanted/ undesirable people out of it, whereas friends/family/boyfriend can step in and out anytime! It can even make you invisible as and when you wish. It will provide protection AND we can teleport with it!! How cool is that!!?

Bird poop on my shoulder. Brilliant!! Back to the real world. Dammnit!

Spent 900 bucks only on fabric! * savors the thought of beating up the professor responsible for it*

I had only enough left for a bus ride home. My friend went bankrupt as well.

We boarded the bus amid chaotic hollering of a group of men abusing another group of men who got inside the bus out of their turn. I complained as well but stopped when I got myself a seat next to the window.

But the chaos continued. When we reached dharavi, I could hear a brawl brewing up a few seats behind mine. I turned to look. I could hear some serious kickass abuses thrown at each other by this lanky fellow, lets call him daft punk#1, who was ready to beat up this other guy, lets call him daft punk#2, who was sitting and equally nasty. He was wearing a really bright red cap.

I could smell a dog-fight.

When the conductor sensed it too, he demanded that daft punk#1 gets off the bus immediately. The bus halted.

But daft punk#1 had other ideas, he started aiming his not so well practiced punches towards daft punk#2, at which point, the conductor caught hold of him by the scruff of his collar and at some point, his unmentionables and dragged him out of the crowded bus and pushed him out.

But it was not over. As the bus inched its way through the traffic, daft punk#1 kept running abreast the bus and bellowed like a wounded bull and challenged daft punk#2 to get of the bus as well and face him like a man! But such sentiments were injected with excessive amounts of abuses. This pissed off, daft punk#2 and he lashed back.

Daft punk#1 didn’t quite like that I guess coz now he started taking aim at random people sitting near the window and hitting everyone but his target. He was yelling, punching and running at the same time.

Now I was scared. I was sitting next to a window. But I was still hanging on to it to catch every bit of what was happening.

Daft punk# 1 managed to piss off more people than just the target and now people commanded the conductor to stop the bus.

Noticing that the bus was about to stop, daft punk#1 tried pulling something out from under his shirt, for one horrified moment I thought he was about to pull out a gun and shoot daft punk#2, but he put my fears to rest when he pulled out something weird, but threw it at the first window he could reach. he continued chucking something at almost every window. *oh crap!!* Then he ran again and to some dirty corner on the footpath and found a spade lying somewhere, picked it up and started running towards the bus like a maniac, yelling at the same time, almost like sunny deol in some lame bollywood flick.

This guy was shitting me!! Was he actually going to strike?!?!? Was he fucking out of his puny little mind!?!

The weapon looked heavy, and he wanted to strike at the nearest target. He struck a some random guy standing the door of the bus.

I stopped breathing.

It was almost like everything happened in slow motion, I expected a body to roll of the bus and fall on the street following the attack. I could hear silence at first which was followed by a deafening uproar inside the bus! It was like a mutiny about to go REALLY bad!

The bus stopped and like 15 men rushed out and charged towards daft punk#1 like raging bulls!

They all disappeared from my area of vision but I could hear a racket outside. And then I saw, an enormous group of people and daft punk#1 at the center of it, beaten up badly.

Public dhulai as we call it.

He was bleeding from several places on his face and he looked really scared. People were still grabbing his shirt and shoving him around and kicking and hitting him at places which would hurt!

They forced him back into the bus and planned to take him to the police station I think.

He begged for mercy now and wailed and cried and struggled in vain to run away. The bus had to stop at sion again, coz he almost succeeded in doing so, but was dragged back in again, this time, two men lifted him up like a child who refused to get inside the school bus. Not a pretty sight.

I noticed he was bleeding from his mouth too. Two of his front teeth were missing.

I looked away. People were still fuming and whacking him randomly.

The bus stopped again. Now I was beginning to enter my 'exasperated noise making' zone!

The perpetrator was dragged away this time by a whole bunch of people to some place unknown.

5 minutes passed. Then 10 minutes. 15 minutes into the annoyingly hot wait, this very kind gentleman was unkind enough to inform us that we were to abandon the bus and find another bus to get to our respective destinations.

NOW I was pissed off!

*starts abusing under her breathe*

Couldn’t they jus let the guy go!? They had beaten him up enough! He was crying and begging for forgiveness…but NO, people HAVE to vent their frustrations too, this time, their outlet was Mr. Daft punk who started it all.

Oh well. It took me a good half an hour to find another bus.

And guess what?! Auto strike for 3 days. Don’t even get me started about the rikshawala ch****s ! That’s a whole different story altogether.

I walked back home.

Mumbai’s soaring temperatures are showing its random effect on people. The reaction of our ‘hero’ in the above incident was a result of a frustrating life and the maddening heat. Probably. *shrugs*

God help us.