Sunday, March 22, 2009

Delhi - 6

"Some missions are impossible." So was mine, MISSION DELHI EXPLORATION. But when you try to opt for simplest, shortest and easiest route from the map of clustered, confusing and intermingled routes, you face those moments which insist you to use the keyboard of any laptop or desktop for writing a post like this.


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I used my art of bargaining for bringing prices down to Rs. 10 from Rs. 30 for the useful Delhi map.
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I brought bike from my brother's house for receiving my cousin Lt. Col. Anurag Sharma from Airport.
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My sisters compelled me to meet them at Mausi's house in Bhajanpura.

These jigsaw's flashbacks are sufficient in explaining the happened cause of writing this post. I purchased the Map for getting an idea about Delhi routes and opted a new route selected from MAP for receiving my brother which led me to select a route for Bhajanpura which passes from DELHI-6

I was riding on Bajaj Discover 135 and using Qutub Road which heads towards the traffic-wise dead zone of Delhi known as 'Sadar Bajar'. Traffic-wise dead zone means one can crawl faster on that road instead of moving on a motor vehicle. 1, 2.. 5... 60.... 100..... 400, and so on, I was counting the bald and haired heads wearing colorful helmets and sitting on different type of two wheelers, in still. Actually, all were waiting for a 'royal truck' which is parked precisely at the center of road. Royal truck was supposed to be unloaded by the huge army of worker who were trying hard for the sake of waiting traffic. But after all human have their limits, therefore they took about 15 minutes in completing this task. It is my short-sightedness that i can see only one such truck but there were 2, 3 or more Royal Trucks doing the same thing. Side by side, few traffic passengers who don't respect the Royal Truck were moving from the narrow gap between truck and divider of Delhi-6. Concluding the situation, I can say that followers of Royal Truck were waiting for its permission for doing the moment.

Such situation is quite common in the narrow street like roads of Delhi 110006. Utilization of roads is perfect and even under such crowded circumstances I was able to see a rickshaw on which a gentleman wearing white shirt was sitting. Suddenly, something touched him in his armpit and he stoop up on the negligible floor of cycle rickshaw and shouted 'Abey, dekh ke chal maaaaaaaaaa..... (gulp)'. You could have done the same, when unkowingly you got hit by the horn of bull of bullock cart. 1.5 feet long horns were pointing towards white shirted person. In response of 'Abey, dekh ke..', bull snuffed and the growing anger of person got digested with that gulp of person. He took few seconds to realize that even though man is a social animal but Science is not so developed that he can verbally communicate with Bull. So he chose the easy target bullock cart driver and spoke more loudly, 'teri... &*^$$$'. I was lucky that my ass was guarded by the car not by a bullock cart. Due to circumstances and fear of the imagined smiling face of bull, I didn't overtake that cart on Qutub Road.

Delhi-6 was so happening that few people innovate their own ways of passing the time while waiting for the permission of Royal Truck. Another, blue colored helmet wearing person had marginal distance between front of his scooter and backside of car. An old man came to him and pleaded him to give him way for crossing the road. Helmentman replied, "Main yaha ghanto se intzaar karke itna aage aaya hun, piche nahi hatunga kahi aur se chale jao". Old man had weak bones but strong voice, He replied, "bete jaunga to yahi se, chahe kud ke jana pade". Then Old man tried to exhale as much as he could to reduce his volume so that he can pass by the marginal distance. Eventually, he got succeeded in reducing his stomach to get fit into the gap, which resulted in crossing the scooter. After passing, situation was supposed to be calm down but the old man shouted, "Ghanta jawan aadmi hai, tere se achcha to main hun aur jab tera budhapa aayega na tab tarasiyo". Helment man replied, "Baba abhi tera budhapa hai tu taras...".

Suddenly Royal Truck gave permission to his followers and we started moving a bit faster than crawling. It was the will of God that I tool only half hour to cross a stretch of 500m. '1km/hr’, Isn't too fast? We all started moving and oldman, helmetman, white-shirted person, bull, bullockcart god disappeared. I reached to the transition where narrow roads fused with the wide road of ISBT. I accelerated the bike for getting out of traffic rush.

400...100… 60... 5... 2 1! I came out of Delhi-6 and cursed my Mission of Delhi Exploration. I looked back, to my surprise no one was willing to leave those narrow streets and join the wide road of city. They all want to enjoy the crowded scene and abusing each other. I was sitting out on Discover 135, away from the merged traffic of rickshaw pullers, cycle rickshaw, trucks, bullock cart, animal driven vehicles, with a relief. But somewhere, in mind I realized that while moving so fast I left out all of them, yes all of them in Delhi-6

5 comments:

VIKAS SINGH said...
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VIKAS SINGH said...

truly said "Some missions are impossible"....but a strong desire is required to accomplish that task.... The description of whole seen is awesome even i can recall mine experience in delhi 6 congested lanes, traffic jam, mob, machines n all....

ILL[EAGLE] said...

thnx thakur.. harkato ke fingerprints reh jate hai..! so was the first comment on this post! Haan yaar we discussed a lot about it on that night!

Aarushi said...

arre bhaiya aapne dumbshiraaz ke place pe ye sunana tha us raat.......zyada maza aata....

ILL[EAGLE] said...

Agar waha batata to fir koi blog kyun padhta babu!