Favole a cura di Gios

Fairy tales by Gios (read Jos). When I was a kid you could call this special service on the telephone and then choose among a hundred fairy tales to be selected by dialling a number from 1 to 100. One was entitled: "The yellow bus". Here it is for you. There is super deluxe night bus bound from Ooty to Bangalore. Super Deluxe means you pay a bit more for your extra confort, like a personal fan at just 10cm from your head, a tv set with a frame in fake "radica", but most of all much more room for your legs and the possibility to recline your seat to an almost horizontal position. All this to enjoy the 8 hours of journey in between the two cities. While boarding the guests are welcomed with a cheerful Indian music on the speakers. Wooow. The journey begins. There is only one foreigner on board. Before falling asleep people might want to let their thoughts running for a while, perhaps enjoying the rumble of the engine or their own music in their personal headphones. But the cheerful music is always there, with shit loads of drums and other instruments. No worries, the controller, who is in a separate cabin (together with the driver) from the rest of the passengers is gonna surely turn it down or off anytime soon, on this luxurious super deluxe yellow bus. The road is downhill since the bus is descending from a mountain area and it is very bumpy. The driver almost doesnt brake while turning down the hairpin bends. Passengers are squeezed to one side and to the other alternatively. After one hour the music is still fucking going as laud as before. It starts to become very annoying but nobody shows signs of distress. Indian people seem to sleep with the lights out but with the music playing. The foreigner goes and talk to the controller. How rude! the music goes off. The foreigner is relieved but feels guilty to use freely his reclining seat because the muslim guy behind him likes to sleep either leaning with his head again his seat or with his legs pointed against it. Fuck! In the menwhile someone is heard to feel sick in the back. It is dark and the foreigner cant figure out what is actually happening. Probably just a hoax. First stop, in the middle of the night. The controller comes in calling the stop and switches the light on. He has a look and starts to speak even faster than usual and more angrily. There is sick all over the aisle with streams of liquid running up to front and a pair of woman slippers amidst. The controller goes nuts and blocks everything in order to inquire and find the guilty being. Everyone negates and no name is made. Even those who are right besided the puddle of sick negate with a look of surprise at being accused. It is disgusting. The yellow super deluxe bus sets off again and the music goes suddenly on for the second time. Ah, maybe the controller wants to punish the people for what has just happened and keep them awake. IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE OR WHAT?!?! NOBODY EVEN FUCKING COMPLAINS! the foreigner, in shock and amazement, takes care of the matter for the second time. The journey goes on for hours with the smell of sick hovering in the air. Thank you Gios for this amazing fairy tale. Looking forward to tomorrow's!!!
Got to Bangalore at 5am. Just early enough to see people waking up, cleaning their nest on the asphalt and tranforming it into their personal shop, cows munching among heaps of rubbish and battered dogs continuing sleeping. Being a dog in India is probably the worst thing it could ever happen to you in your circle of reincarnation. I visited the mosque and appreciated the big empty spaces apt to praying. The market was coming to life (did it ever go to sleep?). If I were an Indian woman Id like to wear a necklace of fresh flowers everyday. Every woman in the world would need one to celebrate her own beauty.