As I reach the corner of the street in between Gaushala and Sifal, the road next to the small forest opposite Pashupati, a diminutive figure whose personality seems to have been emboldened by the fact that he had a red star on his cap and wore fatigues, asks me to stop. He is inside an Indian SUV.
I find that pretty weird but nonetheless with no option, I just stop. I look beyond trying to gain as much coverage as possible. I see that the road is not just shut from one end but from the other as well. There is motorcade of exactly seven SUVs parked right in the middle of that stretch of the road. I wait. Five minutes later, the motorcade starts moving. I unintentionally look at all the people inside the vehicle that pass by. I notice THE Comrade, inside one of them, all smiles. – Anarchy I.
I reach home. No way can I help not notice his excitement. Aakash is all smiles. I know he is itching to say something which to him will definitely excite me. I give up and inquire. He is all praise for his new superhero school driver. He tells me as to how his school bus driver missed hitting a woman on the road by a whisker and how the driver turned the steering. He looks elated. That happens sometime, so I think, in our roads. He goes on to tell me how the bus driver had crossed the red signal and the traffic woman, he had noticed that it was a woman, had frantically blown the whistle and the driver had completely ignored. He also tells me how they all clapped and cheered as the bus reached some 100 yards further after having avoided the accident. – Anarchy II.
The time is almost 8 PM. I switch on the TV. The torrential rain and the havoc it is causing in the eastern hills and moreover in Terai features as the main headline across all the channels. People are homeless, crops worth millions is inundated by the floods, and obviously there’s no power and the hyper sensitive highway is closed. The newsreader says it is one of the biggest in the recent times. The Indian borders are certainly open but for the dams. There is no flood in Bihar or Uttar Pradesh. I am reminded of the southern border which is now virtually dammed all across. – Anarchy III.