The glitched Scanner

She nudged her jacket comfortably at a little bit of amiable attitude and was swaying the money cap in its position but it was not fully covered her cheek. Generally, every person get affected by the effulgence beauty of any individual. It upon her the obvious. I tried hard to scan her with my under-developed Scanner-eye but I couldn't fully scanned the object, because the quality of objects were different and I retired my scanner in sleep mode to make her a deference.

It gave a hitch to me suddenly. I stepped back a step and kept searching a suitable place for my backpack. It continued the process of thousands thoughts in nano seconds.  

The placing railings were already heaped and the place was gasping for fresh air.

I did not find any placement for backpack, it always stubborn and obdurate in time of journey. 

Gently, I kept the backpack on my two thighs and showing interest outside scenes passing through in hasty smudges.

Sometimes straightforward person falls in trap easily. In my case also, I fell in a mind's trap and in that process of trip, I tried to be a genuine. 

It depends on various genre of understanding, though the Scanner glitched in its components, the Commanding Officer, who, sat inside me was somewhat extenuating a little degree to introspect inquisitively.

But the degrees of scanning process was going on.

A sudden biological touch of her -- blocked the drain of blood. Nonetheless she worn a thick jacket but the fusions always keep reactions‐‐electromotive force and it is reactance.

Do you think do gents have natural notion. Yes! The gents have. 

I tried inventing fresh lies again aback, because persons do not talk or show interest with her unknow as uncalled, how could a person is stay silent here without knowing her.

The bus was packed with numerous smells of gents and especially the bevvies and my Nose Detector was truly in trouble. It seemed some kind of invincible influence pervaded the air and it felt inharmonious.

After 1.5 hours, a fat woman of Bodo community of Chirang stepped in with her daughter and son. They were rounded 17-18 years of age. I assumed their ages in assumption as ages of my expertise. It is quite impossible to find a seat in midst of that services of journey.

The girl positioned herself just beside the pole, nudged her reddish-brown jacket and leaned by side hoods.

The passengers were in serried. Suddenly, the girl felt unhinged. In impromptu situations what a mother could do, her mother unsympathetically give try but after the quick second, she realised that we two both were heavy and it was not possible to pass through to window. She enquired to Neelakshi and Mrinalini. Without any hesitation, both of them nodded and quickly hest aside themselves mutually as if it was their a natural obligation.

What was told to her I could assumed it, I guessed by the Nishika's body language that she wanted to vomit because I yet couldn't get rid of motion sickness.

Generally speaking, the gents accounted first by breaking the hard ice. As first, I requested to close the window glass otherwise it will sparkled on our apparels.

Nishika swiftly obeyed the general rulings of my request. Sheila spew out the debris which cooked by the layers of reek smells.

Though I have few friends of community, knew a little bit of Bodo language. But name has no languages, it's universally accepted. But sometimes it took 3-4 years of acceptance because of crisis in choosing suitable ones. Nowadays I catche the fish within nono seconds with its actualities.

She entangled the backpack in the back side of our front seat just beside the seat of her friend Neelakshi by wearing the stripes on seat hoods.

By unzipping a chain the middle one, inserted her right hand into 'uncertified' place but it was uncertified place for me because I was watching her constant movements. She hurriedly brought out a plastic box seemed to be a medicine box. She picked a Cardamom from the scribbled and scrambled Assamese Newspaper.

She called : 'Sheila listen, ---- hello?'

Her mother noticed it. I thought for a second it was a medicine. I was thinking in dividing seconds into nano seconds because it is concern me too. When Shiella's mother was protruding her palm. It was a Cardamom.

She accepted the Cardamom and instantly gave to Sheila to keep inside the mouth.

I did not notice was she took inside her mouth or not.

In such a situation concern showing person may be a doctor or medical practitioner. It was craving to talk to her. In between the technical glitches of Scanner were recovering by piecemeal. It was my fault I did not installed 3D Scanner. Till now I failed to scan. It was deteriorating the capability, capacity and sustainability of quality and didn't meet the expectations.

I enquired 'Are you doctor?'

'No' she promptly and gently said.

'I thought you are a doctor and it propelled me to think like that sort of.' I said.

'I did my masters in Environmental Studies and now doing my Ph.D' she said and questioned unattentively 'What about you? 

She talked learnedly in her subject, own interesting stuff and subjected to only for erudition.

Might be the reason she showed herself superior than me. It doesn't mean that that a masters or Ph.D person knows every subjects, pro and cons, might have she specialized expertise and knowledge in that particular subject. 

'Okay, I am serving at Tezpur District and Sessions Court' replied in a little bit of dominion tune.

Innate tendency of hiding the actual point make me somewhat excited. The mind cooked some lines of lie.

'Okay', She only nodded. And did not asked anything. I felt I was slipped in the muddy field. The momentary awkwardness was spread over for a moment.

There was a reason to know more and haven't completed my task of scanning. Though the running bus was twitched hurriedly at great speed, she hardened itself onto the seat and trying to grab the bag. She hugged the bag in genteel manner to exhauled her fuggy air and I guessed she made a medley of indomitable thoughts.

Again I added 'My friend Jiintu had done Ph.D in History and I did not heard much scope of employment in Environmental Studies. Though I know the subject as we had gone an educational excursion at Koya Kujiya Eco Park in that subject from Bongaigaon College.'

I was swayed and *showed concern for her employment opportunities. After completing the Masters how could a scholar remained un-started. The concern was too deep I choked in pain when someone un-started. It started a somatic sensation as such I couldn't convince myself to bewray about TET. Uncompromisingly I soothed my nerves as I found it was a dumb suggestion to expose something to a Ph.D scholar. I felt it a sun-exposure of ignominy in thoughts of action.

I know the situation when you have no job opportunities and expectations are in high tide. Though I haven't even completed my Masters in Bengali. I was remembering the course studies, the energy run in me when I bought all the books in two days. After a months exhausted efforts, I couldn't comply with the standards and timings which were required for students. Simultaneously, study for government job and work for study expenditure -- impossible to drive. Although the meaning of a Coin has two integrated sides and significance. Those successful individual always have two strong sides. I was almost lost in my those days.

I know the extreme need have a government job because that time the financial requirements not meeting my expectations. And nowadays also the associate expectations are also increasing and the expenses are unwelcomed in future. The expenses grows according to financial stability.

'If there is vacancy, definitely have chance of employment. Yes there is always a competition' she explained.

'By the way where is your home at Bongaigaon?' I asked her curiously.

'At Bhakarivita' She answered and asked where from you?

'Babu Para' replied her.

To be continued.......NDS

Yet scanning was not completed.

She inserted the earphone into the mobile socket and wear it. By her gesture I assumed she played a song and simpered looking pleased herself.

Another hour past. The bus stopped near the beginning of lunchtime in a hotel.

Niharika and Nishika stayed in their seat.

Gambolling

Beatific

Rustle