Inside a bus

I come out and walk towards my bus stop. I wait for the bus to come. The bus comes. I board it. If seats are empty i take a vacant seat. If not, i stand. My destination comes. I get down from the bus. I go on...

The same thing everyday. But still i do not remember what happens inside that bus. What am i doing while i am inside? I have tried to observe myself, to see what i do or what i think while i am traveling. But whenever i have tried to observe myself, i become aware of myself observing me - something that i am not used to. But there are somethings that i have observed. I sometimes stare out of the window; I see vehicles driving past my bus, i see people with their faces lit up when this bus is the one that they want to catch, i see people dejected when they know that their wait is not over yet. Yet the curiosity with which they try to look for the bus number even though they are aware that it is not possible for a human eye to see a 36 font sized number at a distance of 20 meters, the optimism that is produced inside their brains that may be, may be this is their bus and they can get on it. The bus is an escape for them, escape from waiting, escape from a static to a mobile state.

Yes, but while i am observing these people, there is one thing that is peculiar to me. My mind is point blank, i am not thinking about anything. This is really strange as i am thinking about something or other at every moment of my life. Somehow watching these people remind me that how involved i am in my own life that i do not have time for others. One more thing that i have observed, which also applies to me in this case, is that i have rarely seen anyone smile while waiting for a bus or while inside the bus. Young college students, school children with earphones plugged, listening to some music are so easily able to detach themselves from the present. Ladies, with whom one would generally associate that they will chat if they happen to be in a group, sit silently. Gentlemen, are either worried about something or are tired to think about their worries. Where has the smile gone?

I have no idea of what i do inside a bus if i am not staring outside the window. I don't read, i occasionally listen to music, i do not chit chat with people around me. Interesting observation! Have you ever wondered what you do inside a bus?