Perception of Sight

In the morning, black smoke coming out of the old rusty exhaust of the bus that must have not been maintained ever since in service gives a sense of vividness, kind-of comparing it to humans. Just like a man, when waking up in the morning takes a bit much time to regain energy, similarly the cold engine overnight gives out the black smoke marking its warm-up. Whilst in the evening, the smoke seen out of the window of the same bus is white, maybe portraying the over heat and over burning of fuel, for the vehicle is not let to be stopped all day throughout. It must be sensed while reading, that the smoke would destroy the beauty of the surroundings, but it actually when seen gives a different uniqueness to what is sensed. The scene must be incomplete without the haziness caused by the smoke, thy implying the weird and strange, but unique sensitivity of us as humans.

The journey is not just a person travelling to one point of the city to another, but is also the journey of emotions. Human Psychology explains, that emotions and feeling can be transferred even by looking at a person who isn't even related to us. And these emotions are exchanged by thousands of people who board the bus to complete their charge of duty. Each occupation, each profession, however high or low, make no difference to 369E. To all who are inside and boarded, and who are right on the bus stop yet, even the people on the sidewalks and to the limit where us inside the bus can see, are people doing different jobs, spreading out their own emotions by their gestures and actions, sensed by you and by your perception of sight. People rushing to their workplace, heavily dressed as a gentleman or woman are the superheroes of the economy. A hero who takes a daily commute in a local public bus, doing heavy but menial work to support what is running the bus, the 369E. The oncoming pillars of this huge city and this great country, with heavy school-bags, rushing into the bus with equipment in their delicate hands, being crushed by the heavy curriculum but still smiling jollily at people passing by. Books wide open with spectacles diving into it from the behind of the ears make us feel what this world demands from the weak eyes of these poor souls.

In the morning the flower vendors carrying the heavy loads of the brightest and beautiful flowers brings a great start and strength to the daybreak. Heavy bags give an idea of the bright oncoming future of the nation, and the bats and balls thy define the fitness. While in the evening, the heavy briefcases and office bags, sweaty and tired faces rule over the pleasant senses what you could feel in the morning. Struggles to get a seat are exactly opposite to what is in the morning to what is in the evening. Several Employee of the Month are seen struggling to be efficient and effective enough to gain a place to even set their feet. It is actually strange that people, even though everything being so peaceful and jolly in the morning are so stubborn to not even make an eye contact, while those who don't even have a place to stand, and are struggling not to touch others with their sweaty shirts are so generous enough to even ask up for a fellow passenger of their route, their work and other stuff. see, thy making each other even more sensitive to what surrounds us, our urban spaces, our mega structures and the 369E.

The sensory of sight also bounds some of us generate biased opinions about a location without actually inferring to the destination. And these prejudices is what keeping people away from sensing the other part of the beauty of the very same scene. To see dirty seats and dust on the never-sweeped floor of the bus, and not to see the futuristic and heavenly office spaces and apartments and malls. Different classes of people, travelling together, on the same seats, sharing the same fare to go on a shared destination gives nightmares to people who have developed their opinion about the bus on the biased opinions of others.

It is actually very great to see and know the contrast of what we could perceive in the morning and to what we can in the evening. And this difference is what keeps the society running. The peace in the morning is important to kick-start the day happily, but the stubbornness is what kills the vibe. Whilst in the evening, everything is messy but what binds the society is the passengers chit-chatting and exchanging ideologies, just like we're exchanging the idea of perception of Sight contributing to our ability to actually sense what we are.