If there has been one huge change for me, this time round, from the last time we were here, it has to be with my means of transport.

These days you could find me rummaging through my handbag hoping to find the right change for the bus.


You see, I am ‘carless’ at the moment. Rather, I have a car which I can’t use. You see when got my license last time, I was in a tearing hurry, and we had an automatic car, so it seemed sensible to just go in for the automatic license. Husband got himself a new car, a manual one. I had plans of taking the test for the manual, but then didn’t feel like wasting the money. I could find much better use for it, I was sure. When we relocated, we sold my car, and husband held on to his, of course. Now, we’ve got one car sitting idle in the driveway, as husband works in Glasgow. So it makes more sense that I get the license and drive it, rather than buy another car. So until I take the test, I’m stuck with traveling in buses, which is not as bad as it sounds.

There are some instances when it drives me crazy, though. Like the time when I miss the bus by seconds. Or when I lose track of the time, while I spend the day cleaning and ironing, and miss the bus. Or when Amazon decides to deliver a package just when I am about to step out, and naturally, I miss the bus. Or when I miss my stop because I’m lost in my thoughts, and then have to walk all the way back. Did I tell you that I managed to walk back 3 miles one day? I walked and walked, because the next bus was half an hour away, took the wrong turning, and ended up in a lane where the bus does not go. Finally reached the next bus stand, after walking for 30 minutes, only to find that the bus was a few minutes early and had already left. All I could do was walk all the way back home. It wasn’t too bad, because I was in no hurry, and the weather cool enough to enjoy the walk. But I do wish that the bus is late, sometimes. At least on the days that I am late. Thankfully, none of this happens on the way to school in the mornings. Mornings are the one time, when we are normally perfectly on time and so are the buses. Early days, though, who knows how they will change.

Sometimes, I hate the extra time(and effort) I spend, but it’s not too bad actually. Husband does not understand why I can’t just take a taxi. Well, taxis are not half as much fun! The people you see, some are sweet characters, full of cheer and goodwill, even when drenched completely in the rain. There are some who are lost in their own worlds, some who are busy herding their children through the bus, exhausted with the effort of ensuring that none of their brood has got left behind at the previous stop. Some intrigue me, like a girl and her mother who are always on our bus. Actually I’m not sure if she is the mother. She looks young, late twenties, while the daughter(if she is her daughter) looks about 12 or 13. And I’ve never seen them exchange a word. They get on, sit apart on different sides of the bus, and yet they are together. On the way back the older lady/mother carries the girl’s bag. There is something weird about them. I’ve just figured watching them that they are together, but can’t figure out what their relationship might be. Not that it is any of my business, really. But I guess you can figure out why I find buses so much fun.

There are other benefits of becoming a frequent traveler on the buses, the drivers come to know you. Once, a driver stopped the bus, mid way, way before the bus stop, so that daughter and I didn’t have to run! I was so shocked, and delighted, I must have told him a million ‘thank you’s.

And yes, the one thing that is annoying is, hunting for change, so I’ve gone and bought myself a bus pass. No more change, it’s just a wave of the pass now.

Edited to add I would think this qualifies as change too. New beginnings, changes…

Posted as part of May Photo a Day Challenge.

26 thoughts on “Change

  1. Ah!!! Bit walking has its benefits na? Exercise as well!!

    And u r right, Public Transport has its benefit!!!

    U know here sometimes the conductors eat away your money on the pretext that they don’t have change!!! Grrr!!!

  2. The first pic brought back some happy memories. Seeing GBP coins after a long gap πŸ™‚ Used to have my days digging around for change in shops and buses πŸ˜€

    Your walk of three miles reminded me of my trip to Sainsburys every few days. There is no direct bus along that route. It’s not very far off to walk from campus (the Sainsbury’s near Kenton, Harrow). But lugging back all the stuff was painful especially if one was walking. Which I almost always! Taking a taxi or bus didn’t make sense since we could reach faster by taking the shortcut (and save money and time too since the next bus used to arrive after 20 mins). But the weight of the packets…oooh!! I still laugh at those memories πŸ˜†

    Once, a driver stopped the bus, mid way, way before the bus stop, so that daughter and I didn’t have to run! I was so shocked, and delighted, I must have told him a million β€˜thank you’s.
    😯 What?? In the UK?? Are u serious?? These guys never stop before or after the bus stop area in the UK! Wow! 😐

    Wait, you live in Solihul and your husband works in Glasgow? Did I miss something?

    • We did all that too:) Long ago in London, when it made more sense to walk than get a taxi. But not so much in recent times. The only place I used to go in a bus was to the city centre in Leeds, because its just so much easier than driving in the City Centre.

      I know! Its unbelievable, isn’t it? They never stop anywhere else, normally! Advantages of a small town, I suppose:)

      Did I not mention that to you? Well, husband will always be on projects, so there’s no point moving to Glasgow. He could get another project and move to the other end of the country. So we chose a central location, where we could live, and he commutes. Its not too bad, actually. This way, we don’t have to shift with every project he changes. Because changing schools and stuff is just not easy.

  3. Lol…good choice for the prompt.

    I love travelling in buses here…all the characters weird or otherwise, it makes for an interesting trip. It’s been three years and now my husband has suddenly realised that having a license would be helpful!

  4. Change is very essential and at some places you cant function without the exact change.
    Walking in a nice cool weather is truly an enjoyable experience. I remember, some days in Jammu and then vacations in Srinagar and Pahalgam… we walked so much and without a crib or fatigue.
    Observing people is a lot of fun when traveling via public transport! πŸ™‚

  5. OMG did you notice you are CHANGING into RM by traveling on a bus? 😯 I ain’t complaining though, as I love the way RM and now the new Smituram observes people and the way drivers stop midway so that (please take note of this fact) Poohi and R doesn’t have to run πŸ˜› :mrgreen:

  6. I can figure out why your enjoy your bus rides so much. πŸ™‚ I know I sound crazy, but I do want to ride on the UK buses and trains once in my lifetime. I bet it would be a wonderful experience, very different from similar rides in India. πŸ˜€

    What plant is that?

  7. haa loved the story of that mother-daghter duo ~~ now only if u manage to find what lurks behind wont it make for a interesting reading

  8. loved this post Smitha.. change is the only permanent thing in this world.. glad to know about your bus stories.. people watching is something that I love to do too πŸ™‚

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