Traffic

The word essentially meant the exchange of things in trade. For this world of today traffic means just one common thing "the honking of horns, the black smoke off the rear of a car and the sweat accompanying it". As I had mentioned about technology in one of my earlier posts, I would just like to analyze, in the light of my very inexperienced knowledge, life today in times of great "concept" automobile inventions.

As I write this, I hear loud and clear the littlest of noise a passing two wheeler makes. There are two things possible; first, there is utter silence and peace, or, roads clogged with vehicles of all kinds. An automobile is not a bad thing at all especially when it saves you so much time. The misuse, the prolonged misuse and the chronic misuse of it are definitely bad. Your switching off your car's engine and giving it some time to rest during a RED road traffic signal is going to make so much of difference to your car's performance and health of mankind.

I just can't seem to recall how long ago was it peaceful, pollution free and less of ill health of the young ones whom we so well call the 'future of our nation'. Please rethink when the next time you keep your engines roaring without a reason or your car breathes out big gusts of black smoke. I guess none of us would want to spit out black any day!

"When a Storyteller"

When a storyteller tells my story someday faraway,
I will be a shaded star shining dim;
Tell my life like a sonnet sung,
With words of once known faith;
Can't ask for a lotus to be dropped but a jasmine would do my grave.