Bangalore Bus stand

Bangalore bus stand has not changed. It might be 15 years since I visited this place. No change. Same filth, same dirt everywhere. Disgusting people putting dust everywhere as if it were to be some kind of an unbearably stinking Municipal Dust bin. Buses everywhere, some in red, some in blue with blinking electronic boards showing destinations all running in zig zag directions like school children with their school ID cards during lunch hour. How many ever Goverments come and go the same waiting period, the same over crowded buses. Like pregnant women having a leg pain, the buses are always bending in one direction unable to bear the weight of hanging people on the foot board. I found it so difficult even to sit still at one place. one man on his way to somewhere in hurry stumbled upon my leg only to stare at me and mouth words in some unknown language. If anything I was sure that he wasnt asking apology. Next minute I was doing some kind of a Matrix stunt to evade an attack from an army of a ghutka fountain that originated from in between the space of a person's teeth. That person maintained an expression as if he just missed me. The municipal van taking city's dirt left a trail of some kind of stinking liquid which immediately reminded me that of the line created by the shadow of the rock tower to point the entrance to the canyon that showed the way to gold in the movie Mackenna's gold.

The family beside me started having their lunch. Immediately I could feel as if we were stuck in the sea of plastic bags, spoons, plates etc strewn everywhere. Just to avoid drowning we decided to follow the trail of the stinking liquid. At that very instance I felt something fell on my head. The roof of the busstop was leaking along with its century old deposits of waste, the after effect of the drenched roof from last night's rain. Went to clean in the public toilet. The queue there resembled me that of a queue which otherwise would have been for a first day first show movie with heavy star cast. Had to wait for about halfanhour to get through. Inside, the floor was like a battle field with stains of various flavours with unique colours filling the air with different odours.
After getting out we had to cross various platforms to reach ours for the required bus. Here some platforms didnt have Dustbins at all. Where there were dustbins, it was overflowing like a swiss account of a politician. I need not tell the condition of platforms where there were no dust bins. You can very well imagine that.
Regarding the security of this Busstand, one word - Pathetic. Especially in this golden age of terrorists, I could find only one police man gaurding at the entrance. That too he was too busy reading some latest gossips of swamijis and politicians stuck in various sex scandals which happens to be the trend now. The arch of metal detector which is supposed to be the only entrance as a matter of fact was used just as one of the several passages entering the busstand.
Just about when I was going to giveup on the description of this rotten Kempegowda bustand, we sighted our bus and left without looking back.