Trip a bit tarnished but cont....

Exactly.... the trip which we left in half way has been tarnished by the blow of time but still in a presentable condition. or so i think... well the next step was my return to indore out of which i squeezed out my Agra trip.. Yes Agra the city of Taj.. can u believe this 22 yrears on the land of india n i have never been to agra to see the historical ,the most beautiful monument for which people from all over the world come running blindfolded. So obviously i was excited. But the trip started with a very bad note later on which turned out to be the core symphony of the trip. Morning 6 am i was left on the Noida bus stand courtsy my uncle ,to wait for the earliest bus leaving for Agra He left in haste he has a really busy schedule. So i was left there to wonder alone, to enquire about the bus timings and fares. I searched for the enquirey window to find it jammed with rusted iron rods and no person in sight, also if i wouldnt have read the sign board reading Noida bus stand i would have been in doubt about that place bieng a bus stand cuz not a single bus was in sight however some sweepers with thelas were there, a small boy was trying to ride a bicycle with bent rims and a bare spring for a seat later I wondered whether the cycle had a chain or not but i would nevr know. anyways i finaly got hold of the sweeper who was staring at a dog and they looked to be in a very deep silent conversation but i had to ask so i called bhaiiya!! No reply BHAIYAAA!!!! this time the dog looked at me and eventually the bhaiya turned his head to me.. I asked when is the next bus for Agra.. He smiled and said 'Agra well, the bus has just left and next is in the evening. My mind went numb cuz i had a bus to catch for indore from Agra and at any cost i had to be in Agra before evening. I checked my backpack and started walking back suddenly a Sardar ji came up in front of me. 'O Bashha ho' i had to stretch my neck upwards to look at his face, his frame vertically crossed the psychological barrier of 6 feet, his belly's curvature while increasin and decreasing emitted a strange rumbling sound which gave me a feeling of a volcano with lots of underground activities still going on, He was looking for his cunductor .He was a truck driver. He looked past me and found he conductor a totally starved lanky figure which could have been a fantastic dummy of UN poverty campaign. Sardarji abused saale g**d uchi kar ke so raha hai Gaddi kya tera B**p saaf karega, beacuse of u i will have to drive faster to reach agra on time.' Now Agra was the word that stirred my ears...spo with little persuation (m not gonna tell u what all things i had to say to the sardar ji to hitch a ride till Agra) i was in the cabin of a TATA truck... yeah now the journey begins but later guysss...