BEING A SCANDAL MONGER

Scandal's dictionary meaning is a feeling of indignation and surprise.
Being a scandal monger is being one who listens to scandals or experiences miserable journeys and shares to each and every one he feels like sharing.
A feeling of desolation creeps into my mind whenever I dispatched vomit out of the window of the bus.
This incredible bus had no glass pane over the window and I was expected to enjoy all the moods of nature while travelling ; might it be the sun rays or be the storm dust or be the drizzle droplets or be the chilly winter breeze. I imagined the owner of this bus as a briber who might be paying 100 bucks to each and every policeman coming across for twp alternate reasons.
Focusing on the first reason brought a instant smile because the policeman surely would have vomited first time ever in his life, thus the bus driver is being charged for his nausea.
The second reason might be that to avoid such an unpleasant charge sheet again, the driver provides no bus stand stoppage wherever he locates any other policeman; hence the policeman already evoked notes down the bus number and catches it at the bus depot thereby charges the driver again.
Reconnaissance of why the bus was performing such circus jerks, provoked me to hastily behave un-womanly. I stood up eventually to enquire the conductor if I was on the correct bus to my grandmother's place. He nodded his head as he was busy chewing beetle leaves. His teeth were completely dark scarred and my sense at the sight of outburst of red chewed beetle from his mouth over the people around him prohibited me from approaching him further.
The graceful and enchanting moves of this bus endowed me with all sorts of stupid imaginations. The zestful jerks made me linger at the back seat from left window to the right one and again aback to left one simply like a pendulum.
I stood up again to glimpse if actually the road was guilty of my condition. To my astonishment, I found the road a smoothly gliding highway like. I again mingled my thoughts as to why the bus was jerking this way.
I vomited out once, twice, thrice even. The driver whose I could watch only the bald forehead with patches of gray hairs marking the arena from one ear to other was enjoying his drive. This havoc vehicle was ruining me like hell when suddenly I found all the colorful people around me fading and few seconds later they disappeared completely and I found myself transformed from sitting position to sleeping one. Those painful jerks were still there. I swirled my upper extremity and ended up being thrown from my couch to ultimate floor, hence my mother punishing me for waking up so late!