When a bus says – Formula 1? Can! Can!

Yesterday, as I returned from Orchard after a sumptuous dinner, I happened to take this bus 175. In spite of being a freezer on the move, it is also the most convenient. On the outside, it looked like how it had always been, like its hundred cousins plying all around the city. It is the interiors that took me by total surprise. The inside was totally themed and stylized upon the F1 event. The interiors, grills and windows were a chequered delight in black and white. The floor was plastered in tarmac grey and yellow, much like the racing track. The seats plush in bright red and black, with extra layers of padding, looked welcoming indeed. On one side, directly in front from where I was sitting, stood a huge 40 inch LCD display! The purpose, I reckon, was to show the event live. Obviously, SBS transit didn’t pay for the luxury on board. Neither did I. But who did ? Advertising of course! My eyes wandered to all the nook and cranny of the bus, as I counted the zillion ‘Ideas for life’. Hummm …I exclaimed!but It didn’t stop just there. In what would have otherwise been a seat stood a catalog of cameras. Not brochures people, but actual cameras! There is no better way of bringing the products to the people-I made a mental note. I moved closer to the center of the bus to alight when I saw an array of F1 cockpit seats, bigger than in a F1 car and much like the ones you see in gaming arcades. They were all occupied-and why not!. Too bad, I didn’t carry my camera along.The bus pulled to a halt into the ‘pit lane’, leaving me reminiscent of the Carlsberg Advert of the train, beer, babe and the football game. Humm…so much like it ….but nah! ” No eating or drinking in the buses and trains…blah …blah”!! , Some things don’t change !!! *sigh*

/// Accidental Chords \\\

Its strange, funny . I am talking about the time, when I was returning back from work,  on a Sunday , to the cold confines of my room. Bad enough, I worked on a Sunday, Worse, nothing worked. But hey, no more work stuff, my project has ended! Yippie ! as I cut my shackles, there is so much to look forward to. But then, lets come back to the reason for this post, and that too after the earth has seen some seasonal variations and the Ozone hole grew bigger. Its just about how some seemingly simple events knock you awake. It was a Sunday at work, so I was wearing this special shorts that has a piece of metal hanging out from one of the sides. It was funky, and also the reason why I bought it. My guitar was not in the usual place it would be. I had cleaned up the previous day and had moved it slightly closer to the door. So this time when I entered my room, the metal at the end of the fabric, gently brushed along the strings of my guitar . It took me a while to realize what had happened by when, the room was resonating in a sound replete with life . And in the dark stillness and an absolute silence, the sound was resonating though my body. I would have otherwise jolted, but for the familiar sound. I turned on the lights and looked at my guitar. The sound had stopped. The message was clear. My guitar had spoken. “Wake Up”.