"Bus" Last time!!

I believe God exists,else how can I explain my being able to catch bus everytime no matter how late I am.
This also explains to me , why the verb for getting into a bus is "to catch the bus".Two days, and I had been on sprinting exercises after buses.

Sunday,11 Jan,2009 :A lazy afternoon giving way to a chilly evening
I get down from a refusing-to-slow-down 711 ( you could say escape getting "down" the bus) at Dhaula Kuan.In distance , I spot this "Karol Bagh to Gurgaon" bus approaching the stand.Now,till day,I couldn't figure out the exact location of the stop on this around 500 m long stretch.So, when I am standing at this far corner of the stand,say the Southernmost end,the driver guy would make sure he stops at the northernmost point.So, by the time, the bus reaches this point where I am ,guys are are already hanging out of the doors.At Other times,when I stand at the northernmost points,drivers so brazenly ignore me and whoosh away straight to stop at a distance which atleast I cannot cover given all the relative velocity concepts.
Now,today I am sure the same old story would continue.But, wait,there is this very sweet girl standing next to me who starts waving so nervously at the bus to stop as she won't be able to breathe if she doesn't catch this bus.
May be,this works.I follow the suite.
Our very own Haryana Roadways driver,who believes so well in gender equality presumably doesnot want to give any unfair advantage to the fairer sex.So,here we are standing like two cows,helpless and mute and the bus crosses us swirling and swaying in speed just to stop 200ms away.By now, all the crowd is running.
I am just getting into this "abhi nahi to kabhi nahi" mode when I spot this cute guy,who had been eyeing me all the way in 711 bus.He is still looking out of the window and following my volatile expressions.Dharamsankat .This guy who is visibly impressed for I don't know what, now watches me running like a fool,what do I do?
"Listen Girl,you may ever get such a guy again , but this bus, never,again-Run,Damn it".
And here I am running in full speed after the bus,with all the crowd -to emerge victoriously- to finally get into the bus,secure a seat and offer adjoining seat to an aunty.The auntyji then proceeds to shower me with a relentless spate of questions "kahan rehti ho?","kya karti ho?" "dilli mein job karti ho?" that you doubt if she plans to get her son married to you.
You must be thinking what happened to the other girl?Well, she still has to overcome the charm of cute guys looking out of the window and will take her some time to realize that catching a bus is more important and difficult than catching a guy.Till then she 'll keep missing her buses.

Monday 12 Jan,2009 : A not-so-foggy morning
Management Lesson #1 One solution which did not work in one situation may work perfectly in another situation.
I needed to remember this,atleast, when the company bus has just crossed me and I still am a few metres away from stop.
Girl,why don't you wave?
Bus didn't stop yesterday when I was waving like idiots.
Damn , that was Roadways, this is company bus.
It's too late.Bus reaches on schedule,rest of the junta gets in and my Rickshaw-wallah is still panting trying to attain the highest speed-its a prestige issue now.Bus starts moving.
"Wait,Wait...please,pleeeease",I murmur to myself .
Time to seek divine intervention.
"Please God, Please ...Won't happen again..this is last time ,las time I promise".
Guess what ,the bus comes to a halt at some distance ,just to wait for me to get in and my jaw drops.I am almost like - "You are actually there listening!!" .
Again a minor sprint exercise andI am into the bus.Look at the (the same unruly)conductor with all the gratitude in my heart, and proceed to a back seat,where I'll give a morose look to who-ever would come and sit next to me.