This story is about a driver and his bus. Four wheeled, although was old, it was the prized possession of that driver. Let us call that driver Droid. The bus was so beautifully maintained that even its paint was in prime condition-glistening skin colored bus. Skin colored bus, although to some it may seem as an inappropriate expression but to Droid it was an extension of self.
The sun was usual, hot but necessary. Droid was driving his bus, alone he was going. He was very happy for he enjoyed this time of solitude with his bus. Like two lovers having moments of love together, they both were living the moment. But suddenly the bus came to halt with a jerk. Droid tried restarting the bus as he turned the key. But the bus didnot start. So finally Droid got out of the bus and went down to see if any oil was leaking as he had encountered a similar problem before. But as he peaked under the bus he found no oil leakage. He started scratching his head as to what might have happened to his fully functional bus.
Then, suddenly as he was about to enter the bus to try to restart it, the bus caught fire. Flames started erupting from the engine area. Droid somehow got to the fire extinguisher, but even the foam of this extinguisher was not enough and the fire started increasing. People nearby came to its rescue and tried to put the flames down. Within seconds the fire was at its prime and it engulfed the bus. A water tank was nearby and had a pipe attached to it, with heavy flow of water coming out of it the flame was extinguished. All these events happened within few minutes. And Droid was not able to fully comprehend the scenario. Then finally tears rolled down his eyes as he saw his bus destroyed, with only its chassis standing. Someone tried consoling Droid by keeping hand on his shoulder. Droid said to the consoler that,” This bus was my one true companion and was with me from the start”. Even the consoler was in tears, for he could feel Droid’s feelings.
Now after hours of weeping, came the even harder moment, Droid had to go back to his lonely home. So, someone stopped a local bus which went the same way as Droid’s home. He got into the bus and went on with the journey of life. All was left was charred, burnt and destroyed bus.
Are you oh my reader able to relate what I am trying to convey ? The bus here is your body, and Droid is the soul. The bus died on four wheels but Droid had to keep on moving. The body is temporary, soul it transmigrates. We may as living individuals develop a fascination for the physical form but we must not forget that we have spiritual side. Move on oh Droid, from one bus to another.
Carried on four shoulders,
All life the body bears the weight of heavy boulders,
A procession of people follow,
For true friends take care of you even after the death has swallowed,
The final stage is set for the last performance,
Cremation ground, for this last act will leave people in tears and sadness will take a stance,
Burning pyre,
A corpse melting, it is on fire,
Smoke is rising, in a hurry to meet the sky,
Lively spirit has long gone, but the soul will never die,
Think of the body as a bus,
And soul as a passenger travelling in a fuss,
Soon your stop will come,
When all your deeds are done,
Get down my friend,
From here take a new bus, for the journey has not yet come to an end.
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