..traffic jams...

purani dilli n its traffic jams goes a long way together. the city which had only the pedestrian movement for its general public and beautiful paalkis for the rich delicate things, horses and such sawaris for the nobles during the time of its inception...today has all kinds of vehicles meandering through its narrow lanes...bumping into each other..hitting, honking...the situation has worsened with the large scale commercial establishments and shops....almost every important lane is laced with some kind of specialized market...harware, books, paper, cards, industrial machines, spices, grains..you think of it and its there....and with trade comes its paraphernaria....thelas, scooters, pullers, loaders, hawkers...everyone contributing to the madness...and the authorities only seem more confused and come out with equally funny proposals....
you sit in a rickshaw with your mom, trying to hold the shopping bags properly on one side, and the rickshaw on the other, lest you will roll down the rickshaw the moment the cycle rickshaw wala tries to stop his vehicle, coz the only way he knows how to stop it is hit the tricycle standing in the row in front of him...n suddenly someone goes bazooka jst next to you, as if driving on the national highway, honking with all the energy ( probably he himself has gone deaf with it)....and there he hits an old lady in burkha or may b a sari....n there goes the typical line.....kambakhat kahin ke, andhe ho gaye hain, allah bhala kare in namuraadon ka.....n you end up laughing only....thats the most beautiful aspect of all this chaos...theres a sense of life even in this meandering chaotic never ending line of rickshaws...