Pujo Fever
Today Navratri Festival Celebration is creating inconvenience in commute for everyone. Just a few kilometers in Koramangala took about half an hour. Both sides of the road were Garba Dandiya events or shows.
Hundreds of cars were parked on either side of the road blocking almost half of the Ganapathi Temple road. People coming for the events were parking their cars slowly blocking the remaining half of the road. Ladies were getting down from autos and cabs very carefully trying not to spoil the fitting and pinning of their sarees and dresses. Many careless girls were adjusting sarees in the middle of the road. There were police everywhere for the security of the ladies in the events from the loafers who came for some eye-candy. Many Jaanbaaz heroes were dancing on the streets here and there ignoring the traffic and trouble they were causing. Many selfish drivers were driving recklessly, even on the other side of the road, as if they are the only one on the road and they are the only one whose time is important, jamming 15-20 other cars for minutes just to save their few seconds. This road was a nightmare for the buses. They couldn't move an inch in this chaotic narrow lane.
Everyone was honking and honking with a legendary common belief that the traffic moves faster when you are honking. The noise of the events was overshadowed by the noise of the traffic. Still, our problems were not enough. Lord Indra himself put the icing on the cake with continuous rainfall all evening causing the water logging on the road. Vehicles were splashing water on the cool people celebrating their festival.
Even though I was a victim of the traffic, I was feeling pity for the ones everyone hates. Poor traffic police.
By the time I came out of the event area and stopped at the signal, I was already feeling feverish. Pujo Fever.
Hundreds of cars were parked on either side of the road blocking almost half of the Ganapathi Temple road. People coming for the events were parking their cars slowly blocking the remaining half of the road. Ladies were getting down from autos and cabs very carefully trying not to spoil the fitting and pinning of their sarees and dresses. Many careless girls were adjusting sarees in the middle of the road. There were police everywhere for the security of the ladies in the events from the loafers who came for some eye-candy. Many Jaanbaaz heroes were dancing on the streets here and there ignoring the traffic and trouble they were causing. Many selfish drivers were driving recklessly, even on the other side of the road, as if they are the only one on the road and they are the only one whose time is important, jamming 15-20 other cars for minutes just to save their few seconds. This road was a nightmare for the buses. They couldn't move an inch in this chaotic narrow lane.
Everyone was honking and honking with a legendary common belief that the traffic moves faster when you are honking. The noise of the events was overshadowed by the noise of the traffic. Still, our problems were not enough. Lord Indra himself put the icing on the cake with continuous rainfall all evening causing the water logging on the road. Vehicles were splashing water on the cool people celebrating their festival.
Even though I was a victim of the traffic, I was feeling pity for the ones everyone hates. Poor traffic police.
By the time I came out of the event area and stopped at the signal, I was already feeling feverish. Pujo Fever.
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