Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. ~Ray Bradbury

I thought I'd mention this incident because it was quite funny :) . Background : To reach Mangalore you have to travel up and down the western ghats. Previously ( that's like 10 years ago) I used to love the ghat section the hairpin curves , the deep V curve and the sharp left and right curves. I used to laugh when my sister used the window to throw out her lunch. Hehe those amazing days..sigh Nowadays when I travel through the ghats(usually at night), I tend to be a bit more religious and occasionally use a couple of 4 letter words , which are obviously thrown at the Bus driver. Yesterday , when all the other passengers were asleep and I was wide awake, watching the driver overtake the lorry , I heard or rather saw a small bag fall on this girl’s head. Thapak . Needless to say she was asleep and exclaimed in pain. No one heard or cared and so she rubbed her head and went back to sleep. After crossing the ghats,the time was around 1,30 am,we stopped at Hassan for a quick break(Ofcourse after that horrifying ride , I and the driver needed it).I got down bought a couple of Ganesha stone statues, which were being sold by a little boy, and was pulling out my bag to pack my water bottle , when that girl looked up, she was still in a stupor and …. She: Is that your bag ? Me : (I look at it ) Yes She: It fell on me . Me: ( I almost said so what? , but me being me, smiled ) No I believe it was that bag ( pointing to a black bag on the floor) that fell on your head. She : oh! ( Rubbing her head). Me: (Uff girls ) I wonder what she expected me to do ?