By Jyoti, Class Xth
1st June, 2010: On May 16th, I had to go to Amritsar. I boarded a Punjab Roadways bus at a village. The bus was awfully crowded. Teh conductor of the bus told me not to board the bus but I didn't pay a heed to it. It was very hot inside the bus on this summer day. Some passangers wanted to get out of the bus feeling suffocated. They couldn't come out of the bus because the bus was already too much occupied and over crowded. The driver had to take them a kilometer ahead of their destination before he stops the bus, and then asked them to get down. At the next stoppage, there were more passengers in the bus, who wanted to get out of it. There were several passengers waiting to get inside the bus too. There was an exchange of hot words and even beatings to each other. There were scuffles between the passengers getting in and out of the bus.
There was no relief till the bus start moving on. The air passes from the broken windows give you so much pleasure that, it compares nothing. Unfortunately, I did not get a seat in the bus during the entire journey from Batala to Amritisarl. The bus was parked like cardines in the car. It was difficult to breathe and to stand. Some children were crying because of suffocation and inconvinience. I felt as if I had been tied with a rope and put inside a jail barrack. After travelling for about one and a half hours the bus reached Amritsar. I had a very bitter experience. My glasses were missing. My turban was off my head. My pocket was picked. Even my shirt was torn. It wa a horrible journey. I can never forget this travel in an over-crowded bus..
