ROAD SENSE OR 'RARE' SENSE?

Hello people!
There's simply one word for weekends- BLISS. On top of it when your routine two day weekend turns into three on account of  a Good Friday or anything for that matter, even that word fails to render justice!
Well just an hour ago I was reading this article called 'Drive Safe' in Brunch (for the ignorant ones, it's a magazine that comes along with Hindustan Times every Sunday!) and it really struck me. Not because it had any flowery lines which I would have 'dreamt' of writing or some words that could send me looking for a dictionary. But simply because it spelt out a widely accepted yet ignored fact: THE ROADS ARE FULL OF IDIOTS!

Before you guys start racking your brains and then accuse me of not making things clear, I would rather do the needful and that is explain. Now we all have been witness to the fantastic road sense of certain people like those who cross the road as if they are having a morning stroll in their neighbourhood park or those who run at the speed of a bullet train and then smile once they reach the other end or those who only like to employ one of their hands while driving because the other one is busy gripping their mobile phone (and the list can endlessly go on).And then there are some serious cases of drunk driving which has cost many innocent lives.

Yesterday only my dad shared this incident with me which only reiterated my opinion of people's idiocy.
Stuck in a traffic snarl, my dad told the driver behind him to back his car. Instead of that he did the entirely opposite and when his car bumped into my dad's, came up shouting to him that his bonnet has been smashed!!!

Actually it isn't road sense which is lacking in people. We clever human beings have done well to save our own skin by giving patience and common sense a fancy name! So no matter how much you abide by traffic rules and how safely you drive, you can never be relieved at the thought of being safe on the road that is full of idiots!

There is another thing that worries me. I am gonna turn 18 next year. With the law permitting me to drive, I certainly have all plans of eating my dad's brain until he lets me join driving classes or steps into the shoes of an instructor himself. Will I have to share the road with all the idiots I mentioned above????
No, please I love my life and there's no way I am letting anyone end it so soon!!!
On a more serious note I already feel conscious of my responsibility as a mature citizen. It's high time that we all do, those who are already out on the roads and more importantly all the youngsters who are going to be, anytime soon.That includes abiding by the traffic rules even when the cop is not around to issue a challan.  I am sure if that happens the roads are no longer going to be full of idiots!!!!! 

A tale of love

Once there lived a feeble looking woman in her fifties
That's only what her physical appearance said
Inside she was as strong as no one ever could be
And there was a boy of seventeen
Both madly in love with each other
They had carved out a unique world of their own
A world where words were rendered useless by the language of love
That kept them indescribably bound to each other
A world where trivial issues like money found no expression
One deserving of envy from all the others that could not be alike
A world sustained by pure content and satisfaction
This was a world created, perceived and lived in by those two extraordinarily simple people


The boy was the pampered one in the relationship
His needs being continuously attended to
But nowhere out of any kind of coercion on the face of earth
No sooner than his mouth uttered a wish, it saw the face of reality
The pleasure of which was savoured by her, every time a little more


Under the embalming shade of a peepal tree, they would sit on a rugged stone
Talking, playing, laughing, eating, singing......
Sometimes until the sun was hidden behind the shroud of the dark clouds
To reappear as a white disc
Its beauty being pronounced to the world by its twinkling companions


Laying in bed their minds would drift to the pleasurable memories of the day
And of many more that they had spent together
More than often there was something peculiar that kept them awake
His longing to be caressed to sleep by her rough, yet soothing hands and her's to do the same


The boy, driven by an insatiable desire to reciprocate her love
Filled her life with happiness, that which can only be found hidden in the small pleasures of life
Chameli flowers, tiny earthen pots, the temple prasad
Bringing a perfect curve on her puckered face


This way everything went on like a 'dream'
As long as they could see, meet and take care of each other
Experiencing the tinge of love and affection that filled the air around them


Yes, even this relationship had a name, an identity to bestow existence 
Better than any tale of love that the human mind may allude to
This is the story of a woman, deserted by her son
Finds every reason to live and love, in her grandson.