Perception of Touch

369E in itself is an object radiating a materialistic nature, boasting a billion objects to be perceived through the sensory medium of touch. Some of them feeling warm, moist, soft; where as some may be dry, rotting and cold. In the morning, the cold breeze escaping from the half-closed windows inside the bus touches the skin to feel as fresh as the mountains. The cold metal straphangers, may be a bit depressing to touch but are ultimately the best support we could get. Support, maybe better than what we receive from the world outside. Warmed seats by the passenger that just deboarded provides comfort unmatching the royal thrones in the early hours of shimmering sunlight and shivering winds. Beautiful, Bright and Multiple Coloured, Multi-sized sacks full of flowers being transported to and from the morning flower market tempted to be touched and perceived their beauty; It's an art to hide from the owner while you touch them.

Imagination too, plays a crucial role in how you take things for what they are. A characteristic of an object is decided upon how the perceiver perceives them. As the time progresses, how and what you feel about and for the objectivity around you changes. The cold breeze feels like an hot exhaust kept right in front of your face. While having nothing to do, you could actually imagine yourself to be exposed to some nuclear apocalypse, and that your skin is melting from the extreme heat. Sun here in Bangalore could actually give burns to the unprotected and over-exposed.

The dusty roads with traffic jams and rustling engines mix the distilled air with dust, which ultimately gets deposited on the pavements and window slides of the very own 369E. And since the bus is cleaned for such minute details once in a blue moon, where ever you touch, you could feel something as tiny as an atom on your palm; sand and dust maybe? Thy Accounting and justifying the cause why the windows couldn't be moved an inch.

In the evening, when the moon gleams its white bright light over the city, and when the headlights of millions of vehicles standing still, bumper to bumper on the narrow streets beam their bright yellow light, the city sets for what it is most famous for. The traffic doesn't just stand still on the roads, but also inside each of the BMTC buses, with sweaty and frustrated homo sapiens, tired of what they have done the whole day, thinking of how the work they contribute for is helping them grow. Upon moving an inch in the mighty 369E in the evening is a task very difficult to be fulfilled. Wherever you move, you could find your face touching a sweaty, weak arm of a corporate labour, what Namma Bengaluru is boasts the majority of. To tap on a sweaty shoulder to move, carrying heavy bags of their future thus provides us with the insight of how every minute detail provided by every bodily senses is important to be perceived. What you perceive from the touch may not be enough to justify the materiality of an object, but it sure is a tool to define how everything differs with changing time in the same object or means of commute. The legendary BMTC 369E is thus what keeps us moving, and this difference is what keeps the society rolling.