Perspective

Each journey, for every single person aboard the 369E has a story to tell. And each story has a manuscript, that could often be called as the ticket to this ride of joy. A ticket is a document that could reveal stories and details about a person, their nature of work, destination, load, pay, and everything we could mention of. Even though living a transitory life, each one of these end up into pockets of its commuters, sometimes till the ride ends, and sometimes for months in their unwashed and stinking jeans. Just like each one of them has a unique serial number, each one of them also have a different story to tell. Same size, same quality, but different in the value is also what it makes them unique, but not permanent. In the third person, a ticket as a materialistic subject, though not given much attention to, is the most vital part of understanding and perceiving our Senses.

The dust, the smell, the rattling sound of the engine, all of them contribute to what we ultimately and essentially perceive from what we go around through. The rough, tore straphangers; sore foam seats felt as rough as a sandpaper to give what they call the 'Taste of the Struggle.'

The noiseless sound of the morning, and the senseless sound of the evening are both a part of the society we live and survive in. The sight we see, whether as beautiful as the majestic kalash of the South Indian infrastructural style of the temples, or the dirty roadsides and pavements on the route of 369E are all what belongs to all of us in the city and in our commute to each corner of the city. The pleasant and tempting smell of the flowers boarding the bus with their owners to be sold in the KR Market in the morning, and also the sweaty and stinky workers back from work in the evening; all are sensed as our own people. There might be a billion differences in each of us, but the sense of us being a Bangalorean aboard 369E commuting all together is what unifies us.

And in this Super-City, all of us being sensitized for each other here, is what helps us all survive and strive strong in this whole wide world. Aboard the bus of differences, our senses are what keeps us together. Strong and Growing always.