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Essay for School Students on Journey by Bus

An essay on Journey by Bus for school students as well as for teenagers.

Last year during summer vacation our family went to Mussoorie to spend some time in the cool environment amidst the greenery and the mountains.

We all were really excited to spend the vacation there.
I saw green hills, lush green forests which were dark and deep and small rivulets and springs. The pine trees looked very charming. The colorful flowers dancing in the breeze seemed to carry away my heart.

We began our packing a week ago and the entire houses got caught up in the excitement. Reservations for train berths were made up to Dehradun. From there we had to travel by road. So we all were all the more excited about the uphill journey to Mussoorie.
It is generally said that a journey by bus is not so thrilling as one by train or aero plane is. However, I had quite a pleasant experience of the journey by bus which I undertook last Sunday.

Time was really dragging very slowly. We could hardly wait for the final day of departure.

The train was in the late night. We did a final checking of all the items we had to take. We made sure we had packed all the necessary things. We kept our camera and walkman in our kanapsacks. We had our dinner and headed towards the Railway station. The train was on time and so we boarded it and settle down. The excitement all day had chased away our sleep. Yet after an hour or so we forced ourselves to sleep so that we can enjoy the bus ride the next day.

After sometimes, the bus moved on a hilly terrain and seemed to be moving upwards. It passed through a number of dark tunnels. I however, did not feel afraid because my papa and mummy were also there with me. Moreover, I found myself quite grown up to be courageous and bold.

We reached Dehradun by 10 in the morning. Then from there we headed for the bus station and bought tickets for ourselves.

The bus too was very comfortable. We ate the packed breakfast and bought some snack-chips and cold drinks for the way.

Hardly had father bought the tickets at the booking window when the bus bound for Shimla came. We boarded it immediately. I was feeling a thrill of pleasure in my heart. I was fortunate in getting a seat near the window. I looked out constantly with great curiosity. At first the terrain was plain and it was quite hot even in the bus.

The weather too was very pleasant. The bus started at the right time. We were fortunate to get window seats and so we all sat together in anticipation of an exciting journey.

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It was our first trip to hill station.

So very scene presented before our eyes was novel and thrilled us to the core.
A journey by bus is an interesting study of men and manners. It is a thrilling experience. Once I got a chance to travel by bus from Kalka to Shimla. Each passenger was an interesting study. The passengers were going to Shimla for holidays. They were in high spirits. They cracked many jokes. We had a hearty laugh. The passengers were in a mood to enjoy life to the lees. Some were eating. Some of them were busy in friendly chat. Some of them impressed me while others annoyed me with their odd habits. The road was zig-zag. There were many sharp bends on the way. Outside, the scenery was quite beautiful. The tall pine trees seemed to travel with us. The deep valleys below looked charming inside, the atmosphere became lively all of a sudden. An old man, in tight-fitting trousers and a gaudy shirt, was the centre of attraction for all eyes. Soon he started entertaining the passengers with his jokes. The journey became interesting and enjoyable. Our driver was careful in driving. We enjoyed the wayside scenes full of natural beauty. It was a real treat to life through these scenes. At last, out bus reached Shimla. I continue to cherish the memories of this interesting journey.

The road was very narrow and winding. It was really fearful to look down as we kept moving upwards. The greenery was breathtaking. The vegetation here was very different from the kind of trees and plants we have in the plains. They were tall and pointed conifers. They seemed to be running below us as we kept surging upwards. The curves and turns of the road were very dangerous. One wrong move of the driver could take us hurtling down. Quietly I said a little prayer, as I was a bit scared too.

But soon I got lost in the scenery around.

There were a few seasonal waterfalls on the way. I wish we could stop and take a few snaps. A few of the passengers felt nauseated too. Thanks god, none of us had to face such problems. So we enjoyed every inch of the bus journey without any hiccups.
Indeed, it was a hilarious journey. As we reached Shimla, we felt that it was there cold enough to force us to wear some woolen garments. This was my first visit to Shimla which I can never forget. Nor I can ever forget the sweet journey by bus that we had.

We saw a few mountain sheeps and goats grazing on the mountain sides. They were so different from the kinds we had seen before. We were also very fortunate to have spotted a few birds also. They were so beautiful, though we could neither recognize them nor did we know their names.

A few trees had lovely blossoms on them.

The journey was now getting steeper. But the best driver was an expert. We were at a very high altitude above the sea-level. The heart of the plains was completely foreign to this area. It was very cool and pleasant. We also saw terrace farming on both the sides. There were a few people working in the fields. Some men and women were even dressed traditionally. It was lovely to watch them at work in their lovely clothes.


We could see the road winding below like a huge coiled serpent if we just peeped out of the window.

We could see every scenery we left behind. Moreover, we could also see the peaks of the Himadri and Himachal ranges of the Himalayas. Wherever we looked there were high mountains and green tall pines and firs. It was a great feeling for us. We wanted the journey to go on forever. We were in no hurry to reach the destination.

For the first I realized how diversely rich is our country.

I suddenly felt proud of my country. I also thought if this is so beautiful how much more beautiful would be Kashmir, Ladakh and Siachen. Rightly Jahangir called Kashmir as the paradise on the Earth. Lost in these thoughts, I did not realize when we reached Mussoorie. It realy felt like heaven. I was sad that the journey got over very soon, but nevertheless it was really a pleasant and a memorable experience.

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