Prityjaiswal’s Weblog

Good old days when students use to walk up to school and fathers had a bicycle to ride to their work. Fast forward to the present scenario – buildings being reduced to rubble to make way for traffic.

Things move pretty fast in Hyderabad. A couple of years ago, being new to the city I found the city, the roads and the traffic management system refreshing. In Kolkata, roads are bad and narrow.The bellied traffic policemen good only for stretching their hands up to the truck and lorry drivers to receive that handful amount so as to make way for them into the choking traffic. Private buses stop anywhere to pick and drop passengers and not to forget my own habit of crossing the road from anywhere just using the hand signal.

It took just two years for Hyderabad to catch up with Kolkata and yes making me less of a homesick. The ‘wait’ gets endless during the office hours and now I am again learning to cross road in the same old way.

It’s not just the plight of a commuter that I am whining about, as a driver things are all the more bad. Since I took to the driving seat I discovered whole new world of traffic lawlessness. In Hyderabad, one can turn the vehicle from anywhere to anywhere!! Not even a hand signal to be cared for. The autowallas are the Baap of all the traffic rules; they break and create them according to need. And don’t dare to give them a lesson—somehow or the other, it’s always your fault.

Sachin is learning to drive in a Hyderabadi way, to quote an instance – he is not very good with right turnings. The other day he turned the car to right in a clumsy way and the driver sitting next to him saved the brush with a sedan parked innocently to the left of the lane. The driver tried explaining him the rules all over again. Sachin in a quick Hyderabadi way retorted “main to achcha hi ghuma raha tha wo gaari waha kyon khari thi!”( I was turning the car good but why was the car standing there!)

It’s been long time since I’ve written anything. Even the daily dairy got tucked away somewhere in corner. I’ve used writing for being whatever I am today. All the sorrows, pain, dilemmas, apprehension was poured down to my dear friend with white pages. My writing gave it varied hues of red, blue, grays and even black. Many got to know about the diary and eyed it to know all that I was and felt. It was thought to be easier way of knowing me than to well, trying to know me! Obvious as it was I guarded it zealously.

Sachin read it. Thankfully he was too matured to react to nonsense that sometime creep in the depth of heart and soul. And not to forget he read it like a book, so occasionally giving references out of it.

Blogging has become such a rage. If one is here and now one must blog! The idea is likeable merely because it is good networking and an opportunity to let the creative juices flow.

I wanted to be into it but certain apprehensions marked my foray. Wouldn’t it be rendering thoughts open for all to read it like a book!? The choice of subject is definitely personal but isn’t a blog some personal space that I would allow others with an access to. Let’s give it a shot. Personal thoughts need not be guarded in a fort. Hope the attempt helps me to explore a whole new experience, that of blogging and more so writing again.