Everyday  is a struggle....and reaching  office is the greatest struggle.
After having a peaceful time at home, I get ready for the office and here at 9.30 in the morning once again  the struggle starts. Purse in one hand, car keys and mobile in other hand , I rush towards my car , throw evrything on the other seat and get ready to drive...move the Sudarshan Chakra.I consider it the Sudarshan Chakra because it has the power of killing any one, if not handled with care. 
On reaching the most busy part of the road, I join the procession of cars that are already there...inching slowly towards the destination. I start watching the crowd...after all why do we get stuck everyday here only..in the trafic? All types of vehicles are there ...small cars...big cars.. Buses, rickshaws, autos, cyclists, Thela-whatever u can imagine..is there, pedestrians also find the way and move out  so easily in the narrow spaces.No wonder they why they are so slim.
Ambassador cars honk freely, without bothering that their presure horns might make others deaf.. The driver of these "sarkari' vehicles consider themselves lords of the road, while their 'Lords' sit peacefully at the back seat  and watch their "praja'' with confidence and pride, as if we all are on their mercy.
 The most irritating and frustrating species is Rickshawpullers...ooof...Rickshawpullers throw such firefilled glances towards the cars and their drivers as if we are responsible for their poverty and pathos.They take revenge by  hitting and scartching  the cars with all their might...when my car gets such treatment...I feel like crying , as still I am paying its EMI . Owners/drivers of big cars also have a sense of superiority as if they have full right to overtake the small cars.O MARUTI  People, make the small cars more dignified..(but keep it reasonably priced)....Cyclists are expert in jugglery so they make way for them selves with precise expertise.To make the whole commotion worse, people spit as if its mandatory for them to spitall the time .
I try to maintain my cool and patience both.I just pray GOD to just take out HIS magic wand and clear the traffic in this part of road. Policeman , who should control the traffic, gets confused, he himself doesnt know whom to control....everything happens at the same time...these 10 minutes are trying time for the office goers...the 'nazara' and noise on road is enough to make one go insane. Anyhow, the traffic moves and when I come on a little open road, I take a deep breath and thank GOD for saving me from the effects of crowd and commotion. On reaching office, I sign the attendance register and once again I make my self busy in the office work. After lunch, my tension starts once again as I have to pass through that area again where i will find the same crowd, the only difference is the facial ex-pression of each  person...anger..frustration , helplessness written all over their faces, including me. 
Kab road sense ayega mere shahar ke logo ko?