Bus Pass Past

When my student-pass expired last month, it was the first time in over a decade that I couldn’t get it renewed. It marked the end of an era. But looking back at my student pass years I remember how over the years those irritating doors were added and how fancy red Volvo buses began to ply on our roads. I recall all the times I read a newspaper over someone’s shoulder or overheard people discussing last night’s cricket match while I was doing some last minute studying. Occasionally some smart conductor would ask "Pass-a, Fail-a?" and put a smile on my face. Traveling by bus also gave me the opportunity to spend time with some idiots, idiots who have since become some of my best friends. It’s not that I won’t be traveling by bus anymore, I am certainly going to be traveling by bus, but it just won’t be the same again.