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Traffic Jams And Saviors

TRAFFIC JAMS AND SAVIOURS
Driving home tonight from a dinner I took a by lane assuming that it shall reach me home faster. Alas I had discounted the famous “Pune Grid” that we Punekars are so adept at making, and at the point where the by lane met the main highway there was a grid so interlocked that it would put a mosquito net to shame. And then I knew that I had a long wait ahead of me……..

There was bumper to bumper traffic and I was almost 20 cars deep. I switched off my engine, increased the volume of my car stereo (even more than it already was ;-) ) and prepared myself for a long wait. And soon, as we are all wont to do I started peering around awaiting a miracle that would end this logjam. As I looked around I noticed an open jeep-(my favorite ride) filled with young boys. They appeared to be in high spirits, literally! And were playing music loud enough to rouse the dead. Well, I thought what else can you expect from youngsters, and then I saw a few of them getting off the jeep and one of them even smashed a beer bottle on the road. OK, so now I thought that they were sure to cause a ruckus and probably even break out in a jig.

But trust the youth of today to surprise you, and how! Those youths weaved their way to the thick of the jam and started directing traffic adeptly, almost as if they had trained to be cops all their lives. And soon I was able to start my engine, and roll out. My curiosity however got the better of me and I kept to the left peering into my rear view mirrors to see if they would stop once their jeep was in the clear. But no, it was indeed a night of surprises and I saw the youths still directing traffic even after their ride was in the clear and as I drove away I saw their jeep now free too, parking to one side of the road. I don’t know how long they did it. But they have my gratitude. And as I was peering into my rear view mirrors I had an epiphany and I realized that what I had just witnessed was probably a vision of the future of our country.

So now every time I see one of those depressing videos where people aren't making way for ambulances and are ignoring cries of anguish emanating from a dark car, I shall think of this and know that goodness abounds too.


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