Story of my city

Story of my city:
I always take local bus for my daily life.The charming part of local bus is, it helps to connect me with real life. I can listen plenty of stories. Some stories can listen but can see by eyes too. it may stay longer in your head. since long time there are two stories hitting my head even i try to avoid it.

First: it was few years back. i rid the small public Van (we say micro bus too) to one place. It looked like a bit bigger than taxi. indeed, we used to be packed in that van like how buffalo or goat put in truck when they move from one city to another to consume. Situation still same, almost nothing change till now. van was almost full. i got the seat near the door. van helper was like 10 or 12 years old. Driver looks 20 or less. Little boy looked cool. he is very energetic and some kind of funny. One gentleman stop the van and some inside. there was not seat. there was no seat, he manages his place around even we can't stand in that van because the height of the van is short.

Mean while little boy started to collect the money passenger. even van size is small but passenger's age group was various. He was asking dai/didi ( elder brother/sister) for college school/college student, a bit elder one he was asking uncle/auntie and more older one he was asking grandpa an grandma. He called me uncle your bus fee, I just give 20 rupee and he return me 5 rupee. Next one was that gentleman's turn. He asked him too , Uncle your bus fee, gentleman seemed unhappy with little boy's regard. I can see his face. he immediately told to little boy  why you can't call sir to me or other people. I was just shocked see the both of them face turn by turn. little boy just smile and didn't say anything and gentleman just made his face red and ask to stop the bus and got off. He could arrive his destination. By age he looked more older than me. By the point of little boys view, he was ok/right to called him uncle as our local way to call someone or greet someone. I even used to do same ways. After that incident nuclear bomb blasted in my mind. we are like be sir madam, not brother, sister, uncle,auntie, grandpa,grandma. How our gen is fragment or isolated from another. this is simple example how our mentality changing. it may be simple thing to be hear or seen in bus. But psychological and philosophical point of view it matters lot. I feel pity for that boy, i am not sure he really got chance to go school or not. even he went, he learn to call sir who teaches in school. Sir equals to guru/master at that time when i was school student. i don't look for the value of sir these days because even some self claim famous guru/master even losing their own value by their daily life.  

Second : This one is not that long time before. I took the bus to office. the place where i took the bus is near the last stop of the bus. So bus often comes with almost empty and  sometimes with some people. There are some seats reserved for women, some seats for elder people and some for disable people. Out transportation is not friendly for disable people. so there are lots to improved this part. i think, we have still long way to go in this part. local buses are the plate form for every people to go one place to another places. you can meet lot's different places people in one bus. normally reserved seat was in front near the enter/exit door. When i took bus, i never take first row seat. these seat are not for me. i only qualify to it in middle or last. it's the tiny bus. A grandpa stop the bus and come inside. He saw the empty in first row. He sit there. bus was crowded in a while. one office lady/madam rid in bus. she looked around , she saw grandpa sitting on women's reserved seat. She asked the grandpa that this seat is for woman. he had to leave the seat. grandpa asked i am an old man, i can't read how can i know this is woman or man's seat. All look same. she kept insisting him to leave sit for her.  Grandpa  left the seat for madam. There is another lady in behind seat she called grandpa to come her seat and she stood. I was in last seat seeing and listening this story. This two lady one modern business school /university's degree holder and another just born as normal human, hardly finished the school level in my observation.

We used to see this kind of things quite common in our society. these kind of incidents are common too in poor or undeveloped countries like Nepal. I try to forget this for it never shadows from my vision. it was ask me question: Moral education VS cash education. The gentleman and first lady are the perfect example of the cash education and second lady is the perfect example of the moral education. My head always down for her (second lady). My words always appeal RIP for gentleman and first lady.

this is just a theme of our life, thought and change. change in life not bad but what you gonna change is always matter. So think sincerely. live faithfully, practice humbleness in life. then life become like life. otherwise it's hard to distinguish weather it;s life or social rubbish bin. all are on our hand and head. Best of luck to us.
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