There are several privileges of living in a capita. With the smile of every morning comes the excitement and adventure of life in its new guise. The first and the most exciting as well as challenging of these is comminuting by APRTC buses. An overcrowded bus, stuffed bus-stop are the usual scenes of the city. But at times some new things are also added to such mundane scenes. Early in the morning when I go to the bus stop to wait fore my school bus, I see many people, clustered together at times in a row but usually haphazardly. Many of them have a habit of discussing politics in completely engrossed tone. Some keep reading newspaper indifferent to the surroundings and a few, like me have a liking for observing the people around. when, after a long time, the long awaited beloved, giant RTI is seen moving with delicate slips ( although making a loud noise), people virtually run to grab a seat in the already crowded bus. Some are even hurt in this scuffle and scurry; some come complain while other take it laughingly. Thus the strife for success 1beings with the very beginning i.e. to board the bus and to be able to get hold of a seat. If you are able to board the right bus safely and have a sufficient place in it enough to stand, you ca be sure, that nothing ca stop you from winning the success.

*The journey it self

The passengers herded like cattle. Could hardly get pure air breathe? Sweat pouring down our foreheads. Sat with our knees pressed against our chins, Could hardly sit at ease. The road was of pot- holes. Were violently shaken of our seats, Heavy bumps, once in very five minutes our heads struck against the wooden sides. Remained sitting in the same posture for about eight hours we reached our destination.