Merry Christmas

Those were the beautiful days of my primary school, when the eve of Christmas was eagerly awaited.

A Christmas tree of dominating height used to stood in the prayer premises decorated with glittering bells and small gifts. The whole school use to prepare for the grand Christmas celebration.
All the classroom were decorated with beautiful charts depicting Christmas weeks before the actual Celebration.
Christmas Carols were put on the Bulletin boards that students could read them.
I remember me as playing Joseph (Christ's father) in one of the skit depicting the birth of Christ (and the trend was followed 4 years later by my brother Vicky).
On 24th December the atmosphere of the school used to feel like a church. Carols were sung, gifts were distributed by the Santa who used to be our 'Collin' ma'am.
The most beautiful thing about all those celebration was that the students, teachers and other staff used to participate with the same zeal and the memories were kept for long.

My bus experience # *2*

I felt the thump on my neighboring seat.
The high capacity DTC ( Delhi Transport Corporation) buses are a bit odd on the roads of Delhi, they do not match their teary-weary reputation.
The thump was a hefty man (25+) clean shaved in a formal attire, who had his own conceptions about things.
He started with the scrutiny of the printed ticket he got. He was excited that the new ticket bear date and time of the journey.
He was happy that the Haryanavi conductor knows all about the automatic ticket vomiting gadget.
He asked questions about its functioning when the conductor was least interested.
He asked a particular word on the ticket when the conductor was frowning.
Then he sat quietly and looked around (curiosity).
Then he noticed me. He asked about a button with a 'p' sign; about which I didn't knew. I had a deja vu that he will push it and he tried to (curiosity) when the conductor intervened that it is an 'emergency button.'
He sat quiet for few moments and then told me that 'Mangol Puri' and 'Mangla Puri' are same, about which I clarified that they are not.
He then asked which of the two destinations comes first on the route of the buses. I told him (Mongol Puri from Rohini) and he was happy.
Then I started looking out of the window.
He was quiet , I wondered where the curiosity is gone , and he was stretching in laziness.
Then someone in the bus asked which stand is to come, he rose in a shock to answer him.Everyone was watching him.
I picked up my bag and boarded off at Madhuban Chowk.