Thank You Driver of The Red Car

Hey! Thank you Gentleman "Driver of Red Car."

Just like any other day apprehensions hovered my head, if I could do it... should I move step by step or just run like crazies and try my luck if I can cross past the road without getting hit?

Oh yes, these are the very feelings I get while crossing the roads.

After many such step by step efforts, half the road is crossed and wait...what is this? I find myself running back. Right to the edge I started from... I am observing each one of those vehicles, some in speed, some crawling and some confused- riding like snakes and some glaring just to turn us blind (what else?) and The Panic mongers- how can we forget this species found on all kind of roads. Just trying to gauge their speed and then analysing the chances of crossing the road without being hit and feeling so poor… so poor to not to have such 4 wheel monster myself…  In any such instance my activist plus revolutionary plus visionary hormones are on a high… While eyes are still busy gauging vehicles' pouring rush and brains devising strategy to cross the road... my brains' mouth aka mann (Hindi word to define what we feel like doing but do not do) is singing swearwords- sometimes rhythmically, sometimes- instantly- spot on scream... kami- na. In between remembering god.... Oh Lord you saved me.... I was almost dead otherwise!

If not cynical with the ways people follow (un-follow) the traffic etiquette, we are at times comical. Like, I’m amused by the fact, how four-wheeler junkies... jump on to their accelerators on seeing a pedestrian mid-way the road. I don't understand, if it's their ego- that, I the king of so-and-so province have all the rights and mighty power to run over these creatures... or if culprit is their video game hallucinated brain, which thinks killing in reality is no more than killing somebody virtually... yes-yes-yes this Red Dress Girl, She is my target  andandand zooooommmm... oh she escaped...  got such a close escape... never mind... that guy in blue jeans...I shall certainly carry him along and so on...and all this they do, just to be pilling on to the already jammed traffic. My brain's mouth says- What the hell you got? (Janaab, kya ukhad liya aapne?)

Who thinks of stopping or slowing down, so somebody could cross the road? No one. And then life goes on like this.... and this... and this. On one such fine day... while I’m actually mid-way standing on the road divider and contemplating my chances to cross the other half of the road, I hear someone buzzing the horn twice and when I look up- I see a red color car, stopped in between the road, has stuck up the traffic and the Mr Driver of the Red Car is signalling (me and other by-walkers) to cross the road... I was overwhelmed with the sensitivity. I hurriedly crossed the road and gave him a thumbs up. He acknowledged with a nod and a gentle smile.