For some reason a lot of my bus mates decided not to come to college today. I couldn’t go to sleep, hardly had anyone to talk to and forgot to bring a novel. A deplorable state to be in when you’ve got another 1.5 hours to reach college. The only thing I could do was look out the window, which I did.
While looking out the window, at all the newly constructed buildings with their fancy glass windows it was easy to pick out these old seedy looking buildings that looked like payment offices for the electricity board. What I was surprised to see was the sheer number of them all along my bus route. I was sure to see an old broken-down shack every 100 metres sandwiched between fancy looking buildings. Makes me wonder why they’re still there. All the places I saw were commercial areas that were adjacent to the main road. I just can’t get it.
It didn’t help that the writing on a rusted board on one such dilapidated building said “Propoganda Unit”. I’ll take a photo next time.
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With what? Your photographic memory? The phone that you don’t take to college? Go to sleep on the bus. Best way.
I’ll need to take my camera for the symposium. I’ll take a photo then. Or I’ll drive over and take a photo. The place is just past the Nandanam Arts College.
I can’t sleep on the bus because my driver seems to play tag with the brakes. I busted my knee caps once trying to sleep. I’m not trying it again.
I usually anchor myself with knees against the seat but my journey is down long straight roads so it’s safe to drop off to sleep.
No need to worry. The Propaganda Unit works from Saidapet too.
Whatever is it?