MESSY CROSSING

Not every day in life is bad. It’s at times either worse or worst.
March 14, 2008 was also one such worse day, might be the worst morning also. I am seriously fed of this Railway crossing. I am seriously pissed off. Every single person who passes through that place knows that it’s a place where you face the ultimate test of patience. I always loose my control when I sit in the bus and find myself stuck up in that dirty shitty traffic. The commotion, smoke in the air, all these are a constant citing, but one would wonder whether there are really so many two wheelers on road. One will start hating all the people who live on earth, or at least who are there at that time. The bike fellows squeeze themselves in to nowhere. The trucks are not able to move. The other side of the road is completely messed up with all sorts of vehicles cuddled.
The funniest of the situation is the one in which, you wait for the train, for a long time, only to find just an engine pass by driving you crazy. Why the hell did I come in this bus, yaaar!!!
You end up cursing the whole railway system from the driver to the minister himself, Mr. Laloo Prasad Yadav. This shows the height of frustration.
I often pity the co-travelers for their lack of road sense, mainly common sense. More importantly, the urgency to get there first. Restraint, is one thing which can never be expected of them.
The moment you reach the other end of the crossing, you feel this hell lot of relief within yourself. It’s a kind of perfect bliss.
I admire the amazing driving ability of the BMTC bus drivers. Of late, I have felt their job to be one of the most adventurous. They have to do a load of circus with the huge bus and get all the people safely to their homes. They even serve as the real life examples of the theory of Darwin—Survival of the Fittest.
They rest their life on road, based on the principles like:
Only the smartest of the driver’s can survive on Bangalore roads (not just here, everywhere the situation is the same!!!)
No single space to drag your vehicles should be unused.
One should not allow other vehicle’s to capitalize at any point of their travel.
The lesser the distance maintained between the vehicles, the lesser is the chance for others to capitalize, more the chance of you yourself to move ahead and of course, cause accidents alsoJ
Big trucks and buses should be given their due respect lest they shall show their might in a very awful way.
These are just a few of them. God knows what the rest would be.

The saddest part of all these experiences is that, after many of this kind happen in life, you tend to live with it. That’s bad. You start accepting it as a bitter truth of life and stop bothering. There lies the problem. We no longer react and there we lose.
These are cases where we should react, to the world, to act more sensibly and make life easier for other’s also.
The railway crosses which once drove you crazy no longer affect you. The plight is no longer seen. The inner self admits that you cannot help it. You just transform yourself to that common man with more of emotions and less of actionsL

At least I wanted to be different. Even though I cannot be that sensible TCS guy who managed to control the dirty mess the other day at the railway cross, even though I cannot transform myself into a traffic police inspector, I can write…..

And so, I am writing this, and I am sure that makes a difference.
That’s because I know that not many write about all this. So, here I stand apart, with my words speaking louder than many other’s actions (the hope is still thereJ)

Radhee Krishna