Once, I was travelling from Hyderabad to Bangalore on an overnight Volvo bus. I was a teenager back then. A few rowdy-looking guys were sitting behind me...the typical “mafia-type” appearance.
As the bus left the city and entered the darkness of the highway, I tried to recline my seat to sleep. One of them told me not to recline it because they wanted more leg space. I didn’t argue and simply obliged.
However, a middle-aged man sitting next to me seemed to feel sympathetic and started arguing with them in Kannada. Many passengers were already fed up with those men by now as they were drinking alcohol, making noise, and playing loud music. Before I could even process what was happening, the man next to me slapped one of them for not allowing me to recline my seat. A full-blown brawl broke out, and the man who defended me got beaten badly. The bus driver eventually intervened and threatened to call the police if the chaos continued. Somehow, things calmed down.
About an hour later, the bus stopped at a service station. Those men started speaking loudly on the phone, saying there are “two guys” and that their people should be ready at the Bangalore bus station in the morning to “take care of them.” One of them even patted my shoulder and said, “Tomorrow morning, be ready for an a** whipping.”
I was terrified and didn’t know what to do.
Around 1 a.m., when most passengers were asleep, I went to the driver and told him I wanted to get off. He said it wasn’t safe in the middle of the highway but could drop me at a small village bus stop a few kilometers ahead. I agreed.
I got down from the bus. It was the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. I had no idea where to go. Then I heard someone calling me. To my surprise it was the same middle-aged man who had fought for me. He had also gotten off the bus, fearing for his own safety. Seeing him gave me some confidence. At least I wasn’t alone, and he could speak the local language.
From that small bus stop, we caught a roadside bus back to Hyderabad. Since both of us urgently needed to reach Bangalore, we later went to the airport, booked a Kingfisher Airlines flight (paying three to four times the bus fare), and finally reached Bangalore safely.
To this day, I often wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t gotten off that bus. What would have been the reaction of those guys next morning when they couldnt find us? There was also another passenger who had argued with them but didn’t leave the bus. I still wonder what might have happened to him.
Even today, this remains one of the scariest incidents of my life.
