Bag Heavy, Arms tired, Umbrella open and half of you wet.
These words are sufficient to describe the condition of an average Mumbaikar when they come to the bus stop. What followed is a daily routine of stepping ahead and ahead to see the number of the big red noisy bus coming towards the stop, hoping that it is yours and empty. Despite the daily experience, you wish it empty and just like thousand of other wishes of an average Mumbaikar this one also goes in the trash. The bus is crowded and full, people are swinging outside. The bus comes near the stop and you somehow try to gauge the speed of the bus and the point where it will stop and then rush ahead to grab the handlebars first. You fail, determined you push through the crowd around and somehow grab onto a part of the bus just as that ting ting rings.