Desperation Trepidation Confusion

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All of you who've had the good fortune of boarding and subsequently completing a successful journey aboard Delhi's Desparation Trepidation Confusion (DTC) buses would identify with my plight. As I boarded one such monstrosity on a humid July evening, I was met with an acute dilemma. Seated with aplomb on the 'ladies' seat was a well-fed, well-built Punjabi Bagh Da Munda (read - geriatric-man-turned-local-hunk) who occupied roughly 75 per cent of the berth space. Now, I am generally not the sorts who ask for a 'ladies' seat unless offered by someone who has a basic sense of courtesy. And expecting our Punjabi Bagh hunk to be chivalric was tantamount to expecting finding an empty bus. Also, since the other seats were duly taken, I had no option but to jostle for butt-space on the same seat as him. After much perspiration, deliberation....