I have written on a couple of occasions about trips out of the ashram on bone rattling buses… maybe not here - perhaps over at MY TAKE… not sure now. Menosoup.
Anyway, Indian buses are interesting things. They are everything I suppose you get on buses anywhere in the world. But they come with Indian drivers. I have not quite worked out the relationship drivers have with their vehicles. They do appear to argue with them a lot though. Or with other buses on the way. It's a great experience. Not for the weak and wobbly.
Not all buses are like this.
(needless to say I have raided Go Ogle for the images)
Some are like this.
Others are arriving which look like this.
Why am I going on about buses? Well, firstly I needed something fast to post today - 'cos I nearly forgot! Second, new blog-pal Mara is a bus driver and I am a wee bit envious as it is one of the things I always wanted to have a go at - the biggest thing I have driven is a one tonne truck. It's whole different world. Third, I was looking out my window this evening and burst into giggles. I'll tell you why soon.
One of the things that Indians love to do is name their trucks, buses, autos and even their personal cars. Mostly with various names of the Lord; Sri Ram, Shiv-ji Bhagwan, Hari Om, Kali-ma and so on. There are those who show different affiliation. St Ignatius, Mary Mother, Baptista. You get the idea. Very occasionally there will be characters from the famous puranas (religious stories such as the Mahabharata); Bheema, Arjuna, Drona and so on.
So imagine my surprise this evening when I saw 'George" driving by.
Who names their bus 'George'?
Not least in India?!!!
Anybody have any insight as to the inspirational source of 'George'? Has sainthood slipped somewhere? Or is this a latent George Michael fan? Boy George maybe?
This may remain a mystery.
But at least I filled a page… why not go visit Mara on her Norwegian blog? She might have more on offer!! Till tomorrow maties. &*>