Okay, I intended to write again. I intended to call upon the power of the words to emulate the color and fervor that surrounded me.The color was black and the fervor was non-existent.
The black stood for the smoky environment that I was enveloped in. The non-existent fervor related to the enthusiasm of the people who were around me.
At around 7:21 pm on the 23rd of February, the bustling ring road on BEL Circle that accommodates approximately 500 vehicles every minute ground to a noisy halt. Travelers across all professions had their patience tested for at least half an hour. The halt ensued till a traffic free road was paved for a minister, who rode away in a gleaming white car, flanked by 10 other cars.
Understandable that a minister holds a high position, and that his work affects the life of thousands of lay people[In an ideal scenario, that is]. Statistically speaking, a traffic jam of this magnitude easily robs 5000 rupees from the public every minute. Make this a daily occurrence in different parts of the city, multiply it by the traffic density and the inflated prices of petroleum, and voila! there goes your tax slinking its way through your lungs and there goes the time you set aside for your family. The only positive outcome of this is that the people are becoming aware of what they're losing by playing mute to such incidents. Awareness leads to fervor-the bustling, existent kind that sucks the inertia out of people.
Let's be aware. Let us look out for each other.Otherwise, the Linkin Park's prophecy "In the end..." is sure to come true..!
PS-I hope,when the time comes, 'It does truly matter!!!'
