Green (a) Mile

A common phenomena that all of us notice on our day to day lives is the unbelievable traffic on the roads. And to make matters worse, all the n-wheelers, and the "tour a pied" groups always seem to be on a mad rush, all the time. I keep wondering that maybe I am the only one who is not able to spot the Mackenna's Gold that everyone seems to be after.

When it comes to the signals, especially the "red light (and not the area), it is always meant for the "other" person on the road, not the "one" who sees it. And this is how the rest of the commuting clan thinks so. The fact has been drilled so deeply in their minds, that all they see is the green linoleum in front of their eyes. Once this attitude is set, moving around is a smooth sail from then on. Nothing stops them; not the signals, not the cops, not the simputers and not the yet to come traffic cameras. After all, those few seconds are so precious that wasting them would mean missing out the formula for the instant cure of AIDS or completing the batch process on the mainframe which would otherwise take a mere 14 hours.

Not to mention the change of mind (and gears) during the last few seconds of a 180 second long wait between signals at the junctions. Some folks are quite fuel conscious and stop their vehicles, but the last few seconds would mean different things. Why bother to waste the 10 seconds meant for pedestrians to cross? They can always wiggle themselves between the bikes and cars and sometimes let those bikes or the buses smooch them to death if not kiss them to a few scars. I am not being prejudiced towards the pedestrians. They are no less daring when it comes to crossing the roads (spare the chickens). The world's fastest runner could clock 6.3 seconds to cover 100 meters (now, spare the stats), but that is a hop skip and jump for those who cross the roads on a daily basis. Whether it is a speeding car or the mammoth buses, it only takes some guts and a few strides to land up on the other side. Well, if you don't make it, you still land up, maybe outside this earth or inside a hospital (if you are lucky).

There are a handful who genuinely try to respect and adhere to the rules and wait till the green says "GO". Such law abiding citizens are simply honked to death by those sticking right behind them. For a second, one is not sure what the signals actually mean. Whatever they are, the idea is to keep moving if you can.

Or maybe, this is the right way to interpret it..

RED and say this to your self... "Go if you are fast and don't get caught

ORANGE and say this to yourself.. "Dude, thatz as good as a go. So keep movin.

GREEN and the phrase to say out loud is.. "Move, Move Move! Move your busted ass outta this place!

It is all in the game!

Compulsive circumnavigation of the black hole called ****

I'm back! Oh!, I am back! My voice is quivering, my knees are shaking, no, not out of fear or hard pressed by pressure, but because of abundant joy of filling up this white space as I type here (once again). Do I feel like re-born? Not yet! I still have life trickling in me and by the time I finish this post, the graphic equalizers of my varying energy levels will find its peak.

Lot of things have transpired during my dormancy. Plenty in my life, more outside. There could've been much more, but thanks to the centrifugal force throwing me out of reach of the black hole. My entire recounter would take two(more)sleepless nights. But I ain't gonna rattle them all here. A round of scrubbing definitely precedes it. What do I scrub? All the references of my association with the madding crowd. After all, my blog is all about being far from the madding crowd while my life off late has been one BIG madding crowd in itself!

Until I come back in a more aggressive fashion, I would like to make a note in my blog about two things that I have started to believe more strongly than ever..

1) ..in God
2) ..in seeing the light at the end of every dark tunnel