HORN PLEASE! I'M OK
Indian Summers can
be excruciating, to say the least. If you have the misfortune of being stuck in
traffic in South India on a sweltering, summer afternoon, you'd agree. Air conditioning
does not help much, trust me.
So
here I am, on my way to pick up my daughter from school- correctly 1.45 pm on
the penultimate day of March. Caught in a traffic jam – an unending line of
vehicles ahead. And a sea of them around me….We move, then stop. The minutes
tick by but the wait seems endless. Restless people in their vehicles look
around for some answers. When will this traffic move? When the signal turns
green, I guess? The car behind me honks, then the biker beside, and soon it's
cacophony all around!
We move, but a few
yards on it's a halt, again! The futility of fretting dawns on me, and I turn
up the music volume on the pen drive. Glancing around, I wonder why we call
Life "A Journey?" It's a "Ride in Traffic" actually.
Stay with me, and you'll begin to piece it together.
We are all waiting
in our vehicles- some in fancy Limousines, .Mercedes, and Jaguars. Some are in
their shiny SUVs, basic i10s, and comfortable hatchbacks, while others are on
bikes, scooters or buses, and autos. Each vehicle is symbolic of a person's
house, lifestyle, and worldly possessions. Each person carries their burdens of
karma with them as luggage. We must steer our cars with the utmost care, or
else someone will dash you. It's indeed, a dangerous world with everyone eyeing
the other- ready to snatch and overthrow. As we are waiting for the traffic
signs to say GO, we look around us and envy other people. The man in the
Limousine is too high and mighty and continues talking to his co-rider (elite
circle of family and friends). All the others want to be in his car – some
stare with obvious envy, some with hatred, and the other contented lot look on.
Life
is an overcrowded road with other vehicles around us. These are the significant
others in our lives. Family, friends, colleagues- all those who share our
journey. As the green light glows we all gear up and move. Some move faster
than the rest. They zoom ahead and out of sight. These are the ones who chase
their dreams and race on, leaving others behind. Now they ride with other
vehicles- new friends they meet and bond with. At some point the automobiles
that were trailing caught up. As the saying goes- "The past comes catching
up." Learn to let it go.
You
must have noticed that as soon as you start getting used to a pattern- it could
be a lifestyle, a job, or maybe something as insignificant as a workout
routine. You feel, "yeah, I'm doing great now- this is going to be smooth
sailing." Up comes a sudden jolt, and things grind to a halt. Like the
traffic light just turned red. You must wait till it changes color and then
move, either on the same road or change course. I'm sure we've all experienced
this. No matter how hard you make the attempts you will see the results only
when the right time comes- When the light turns green, metaphorically speaking.
It's how we handle
the waiting period, the 'stuck in the traffic mode' that defines us as humans.
Some people enjoy each moment and live to the fullest converting every obstacle
into an opportunity. Some bicker and bawl- feel frustrated, depressed turning
to vices, etc. Others quietly wait. "Leave it till the time is
right." Everyone goes through each phase- each traffic jam and comes out
wiser in their unique way.
We
all know that ultimately The Green Light will beckon. It's inevitable. Each one
must pass through once that happens to leave all the others behind. Yet, we
hold on – to the road like it's never going to end. While waiting in traffic we
get restless, annoyed, or start snacking! As the sweat drips, we beg the cars
ahead to move. We bang our horns incessantly, step out and go check-
"what's keeping the traffic so jammed" I'm going to miss my
meeting!!!" Loosen up, guys! Let's
learn to jam in the Jam.
Go slow, it's going
to be over soon. Enjoy the heat and dust and the wait. We know not when the
time to get into gear and move on appears. Some will go straight, a few turns
left, some right, and some might take a U-turn and join the Jam again!
"HONK, HONK"- the line is moving! Yay!
I need to rush to pick up my poor girl still at school. Will I get stuck in the
traffic on the way back home? I'll probably say, "HORN PLEASE, I'm
OK!"
