Take Me Somewhere Nice.

Being an exchange student, I have to make a transition in my 'Way of Life'. Taking the bus home from school has been one of the best, so far. In India, I have taken the bus for local transport just once. Here, I do it everyday. Now, I write about my bus journeys home.

 P.S. The song for this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxZr6u9fT1I&feature=related The genre is mentioned later in the text.

30 minutes. That's the amount of time it takes me to get home from school. By bus. It's easier here than it is in India because of the organization. Three colours. Red, Blue, Green. Each colour has a different route. Each bus has a number. The buses I can take from school till home are No. 244 or No.249. Red ones. Those are all the details I am going to share. The interesting part, follows.

My first day travelling by bus alone was quite an eventful one. You may have guessed... Took the wrong one. Reached some weird place. That's the basic scene. The best thing I did at that time was, I did not panic. I went to a quiet place and thought for a while. What to do? Go home walking or take another bus? If another bus, which one? If go walking, how? Explored a bit. Found an information booth. Asked. Took the right bus. Reached home. Exchange Student.
I got confident with time... Then, the real fun started. I always take my Mp3 player to school because while I'm in the bus the music helps me. Helps me to think. When I started taking the bus, I had the cornrows, an oversized jacket, hanging trackpants and earphones. I was not very confident about myself, about my ability to understand the language and I just looked out of the window to avoid any conversations. That time, I always listened to Eminem, preferably sitting on the back seat. Ironic. Felt nice. What did people think of me?
Later, I cut my hair. Short hair. At the same time it started getting warmer so I had to get rid of the oversized jacket. Just the hanging trackpants and earphones. Got a bit confident, just a little uneasy now. Started looking at people, asking if they want my seat.  That time, I always listened to Coldplay. Middle row seats. Preferably window. What did people think of me?
Now, I have normal hair, depends upon the weather whether to use the oversized jacket or not, hanging trackpants, earphones. I am pretty confident about myself now. I sit on whatever seat I get or I stand the whole way. I converse a bit now. Telling the lady beside me that her baby is very cute (That's all I have done, to be honest) Now, I don't listen to a specific artist, I listen to a genre. Post-rock. What do people think of me?
That exactly is the kind of 'Progress' I have made here in Brasil. Whenever I am in the bus, I think about the people, what background they might have come from, what they will do when they get off the bus.etc. Whenever I take a seat with the one beside me empty, I always hope for some beautiful girl to sit beside me. I know I'm not going to talk to her, nothing is going to happen but it just feels nice, the atmosphere gets better. Sometimes I'm lucky. Sometimes I'm not.(Yes, they do have unattractive women in Brasil) Then, I have discovered that there is a bus-stop where they have one nice girl everyday.. EVERY SINGLE DAY. This is the stuff I do in the bus. Half of my blogs are thought in the bus. Whatever I write here is just the expansion.

So, the bus turned out to be really fun. I like taking the bus home from school. It helps me learn about a lot of things everyday, it makes me more mature everyday, it makes me think more everyday, it makes me feel like a Brasilian. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.