Having to commute to work by taxi or bus has a unique set of hurdles. The first one is that I should be able to board a bus. The next is that the bus may be overcrowded. If it is not, then I can be seated. But certain factors can mar the joy.
I may sound like a pessimist but that is the truth and has to be accepted and explained.. All may seem well, but soon the peace within the bus is shattered by a loud voice, instructing a colleague, on the mobile, how to tackle a fussy customer. And another shrieky female voice, argueing aka Arnab Goswami, but on the mobile, that the new flat should have blue tiles and not the grey ones............
All this is the noise pollution within the bus. The loud, incessant honking of the traffic outside, creates an unbearable din on the exterior of the bus, which violates the ear drums of all passengers within the bus too.
The last straw is when the strong stench of a garbage truck overwhelms the senses. With the traffic moving at a snail's pace, I am forced to watch the garbage truck preceding my bus and to breathe in the foul air.
So the senses run riot during my bus journey home. Of course, the pot holes add the normal bumps and subsequent bruises that occur.
But recently, I can overcome these tortures.......I shut my eyes and transport myself to France and Switzerland......where my children and I had toured last month. The smooth roads, the unspoilt natural scenery, the peaceful silent roads. That was so strange. The motorists do not honk at all in Pairs and Germany. Traffic signals are obeyed and every vehicle respects the zebra crossings. Oh my India, I wish every driver would get a chance to experience driving in Europe, and emulate the traffic discipline.
Also, the road repair department should attend a workshop in France, as to how to build and maintain smooth, pothole free, clean roads.
I may sound like a pessimist but that is the truth and has to be accepted and explained.. All may seem well, but soon the peace within the bus is shattered by a loud voice, instructing a colleague, on the mobile, how to tackle a fussy customer. And another shrieky female voice, argueing aka Arnab Goswami, but on the mobile, that the new flat should have blue tiles and not the grey ones............
All this is the noise pollution within the bus. The loud, incessant honking of the traffic outside, creates an unbearable din on the exterior of the bus, which violates the ear drums of all passengers within the bus too.
The last straw is when the strong stench of a garbage truck overwhelms the senses. With the traffic moving at a snail's pace, I am forced to watch the garbage truck preceding my bus and to breathe in the foul air.
So the senses run riot during my bus journey home. Of course, the pot holes add the normal bumps and subsequent bruises that occur.
But recently, I can overcome these tortures.......I shut my eyes and transport myself to France and Switzerland......where my children and I had toured last month. The smooth roads, the unspoilt natural scenery, the peaceful silent roads. That was so strange. The motorists do not honk at all in Pairs and Germany. Traffic signals are obeyed and every vehicle respects the zebra crossings. Oh my India, I wish every driver would get a chance to experience driving in Europe, and emulate the traffic discipline.
Also, the road repair department should attend a workshop in France, as to how to build and maintain smooth, pothole free, clean roads.
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