Just A Fling....

It is 8:15 pm, I am waiting for bus back to my house with 4 of my good pals. We were just out of an extra class we became a part of because of school's recommendation. Earlier in the day we had attended classes in school, went back to the house, had lunch and then came to join these extra classes. The optional classes were more of fun for me than any serious studies. We used to study Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Mathematics in that coaching institute. Biology class was sheer fun as it was hard to understand a single word, Chemistry was like "ya am getting what you mean to say my dear sir", Physics teacher was smart personality, and I guess all Physics teachers emphasize on looks and maintaining a good outlook, Mathematics classes held once in a week and we were pleased to be part of them as sometimes it proved to be fun to be part of a puzzle solving race. Later after the class was over we would run out of the institute often grabbing copy of the school edition of newspaper, which we had no claim over. After that we would run towards the bus stop and wait for the bus to come over while we would turn the leafs of newspaper and curse editors for not including magazine issues in school versions. In the meantime bus would arrive and we would jump to grab every bit of place left available in already over-crowded bus. In the bus we would have to bear the pesky smells rinsing out of the bodies of daily wagers. We would be enjoying the ride by pushing each other on fellow passengers, quite stealthily. While the breeze flowing through window would relieve us of the bad odours and smoke, meanwhile we would be pleased to imagine if that girl in the scooty ad in today's morning newspaper was here or if that hottie of school had agreed to join us in these extra classes. A friend would leave us after three or four stands, while we would still continue our pursuit for a seat. As the bus would move past jam-logged streets we would go down the memory lanes and laugh at the stupid but valid questions asked by an intelligent student during the Biology class today. As the bus would crawl out of the jam we would be pleased to have found some seat. Now the bus is pacing on Delhi's streets everything is calm and no one is talking, probably too much exhausted to utter or just ignoring the sheer waste we would rather be sharing. In about 20 minutes we would reach our destination, only two of us left now. We would walk down towards our house discussing the changing landscape of the city and next day's plans...