With still loads of chaos and confusion in my mind, I am writing this because someone could assist me find ‘ಇದು ಹಿಂದಿನ ಕಾರಣ ಏನು?’ – What is the reason behind it? If you travel daily to travel to Mysore, you are the one!
One could daily see Mr. Krishnan by 7:30 am in Mysore bus stand, near Platform 3 – Inter-State Transportation! Half asleep, I peeped into the bus and asked him, ‘Kalpetta’? He shook his head in denial and said ‘ Mannanthavady! Mannanthavady is a town, 30 kms away from my destination and I decided to grab the first set in the bus, behind the driver! With exams the before day, one could understand my situation and I started snoring as soon as the bus started!
Happily sleeping, day-dreaming until the driver yelled at a loud voice ‘ Eyyyyyyy’. Irritated with the noise, I got up to see what happened – The driver threw something in front of a tea stall and an old man picked it up! I said to myself, ‘Stupid plays and pranks’ and continued sleeping. The cool breeze woke me up the second time and the clock stuck 9! The path to Wayanad attracts everyone attention and I am no exception. Few minutes from then, group of 5 to 6 school kids were waiting for the bus and as soon as seeing the b us driver, they shouted something in Kannada, which I could not really make it. Then the driver threw something and the kids were so happy and they waved to the driver.
And now, I was damn curious. Questions popped up in my mind! What was in that cover? Are they his relatives? Why is he doing it? Will he do this regularly? What exactly is in cover?????? Then I started observed each and every inch of what the old man was doing! He took something from the ‘black bag’ and threw to few people on the road. Surprisingly, everyone in the road knows him and everyone asks him for ‘that something’. But he used to give to selected people. My approach was simple, to try to look in that black bag and see what’s in there! Slowly, with my leg I tried to pull the bag so that no one notices! I know, I could have rather asked the driver than doing this act, but I am brought up in India, the country where you are not allowed to talk to strangers! Hurray! I found what was in the black bag, what was in the cover- Yes, it was newspaper, today’s regional newspaper. Then I said to myself, ‘Great Sindhu. You did it and the best is no one noticed you’. It was 15 past 10 and I reached my destination. But still my questions still remained unanswered. I decided to approach him and talk to him when he stops the bus. I was standing there with a huge sack of luggage and he started at them. Only then I realized, I was the only person in the bus and others have got down. He looked at me and told something. Breaking all the feelings that restricted me talking to him, I opened up:
“Unga kita pesanum. Bus stop pannapiragu pesuren” (I need to talk to you. When you stop the bus, I will talk)
“Tamil ah? Enna venum solu ma?” (Tamil? What do you want, tell me?)
I pondered him with the entire question running in my mind. Answering few of them, he said, “Duty calls!.. I have to drive back to Mysore” On the final note, I asked his name!
“Seri…Sir, unga peru?” Okay…Sir, your name?
Clicking a photo of him, I got gown the bus, then the bus conductor told me, ‘Krishnan anna always tells one help for duty (Driving the bus) and one hand to help (Distributing newspaper). He feels this help to those people. Random people are now sons and daughters. He does not even know other’s name.Those villagers can’t afford to get newspaper daily and hence Anna gets it for them’
Krishnan, around 60 years old, is a bus driver, who distributes newspaper everyday to the villagers. I n a 3 hour drive from Mysore to Mannanthavathy, he distributes 10 to 20 newspapers for free to few people especially students.
What is that, that made him to do this?Does he have a flash black wherein he was deprived of education? Why is he doing this? Will the villagers take this as an advantage? Do they actually read the paper?What is it? Why??
With lots of unanswered questions in my mind, I stood there like stone and the bus passed me….
Saw the watch and I thought ‘I would definitely wait one day in Mannanthavady at 10.15 am to talk to Krishnan anna!’ Thinking the same and staring at the clock, I was standing still until I realized,
*Yeekkkssss* I am late… I am late to office!
Running to catch the next bus, I thought about the possible reasons why was he doing this!
PS: If anyone boards this bus, please help me find out the answers