United by a shared sense of helplessness : Part I
Thursday, 21 March 2013
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Traffic jam is arguably the most
unpleasant situation an individual might be familiar with. With increasing
number of vehicles plying on roads and a poor road infrastructure, traffic jams
have become a menace at all traffic junctions. The scanty investment undertaken
by the government in licensing, enforcement tools, personnel and road
engineering have contributed alike in exacerbating the driving conditions on
roads. This unprecedented bumper to bumper piling up of vehicles has been a
major cause of road rage and several fatal accidents.
The following story is a
narrative of the bitter sweet experience of a young man named Jagdish who was caught in one such
traffic jam. It brings out the fact that nothing unites people more effectively
than a shared sense of helplessness.
13 May, 2012: it was a bright sunny morning. The sky was lit
up with the vibrant rays of the rising sun. The weather was humid as expected,
with the birds punctuating the monotonous atmosphere with their chirps. On the
contrary, a massive traffic had piled up on the road following the failure of
traffic lights at a major junction. Even snails would have crept faster! A
traffic inspector arrived in a short while on his motorcycle and immediately
started gesticulating wildly at the traffic and barking orders in his
microphone, showing a great sense of responsibility to regulate the traffic. In
such a trying situation, menfolk on all sides of the traffic junction could be
seen each other’s mothers and sisters and the incessant honking of horns further
heated up the surroundings.
Unfortunately, we feel obliged to
violate the laws blatantly unless there is a fear of being caught and
penalised. Some pea brains display such impatience and intolerance that they
overtake each and every vehicle they encounter, only to end up a few metres
ahead of others and start the race afresh! Neither do the potholes flatten for
them nor does the traffic divert to accommodate their vehicles. But, who cares?
Similarly, some motorists feel that they have a divine right to ride roughshod
over the pedestrians and bully anyone who tries to challenge their supremacy.
The rickety bus that Jagdish had boarded stood still in the
traffic as it echoed expressions of annoyance. The ‘NO SMOKING’ warning didn’t
deter the conductor and some errant passengers from lighting cigarettes and beedis inside the bus. The female
passengers who complained were admonished for their audacity. The conductor
made some intricate entries in his trip-sheet consulting the bunch of tickets
he held in his hand and behaved as if he had been compelled to solve some
complex problems of calculus.
Continue reading : United by a shared sense of helplessness : Part II
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