As i begin to write from a cafe

As i begin to write from a cafe placed on the first floor, the tea and the lasting benefits could not be underplayed. Perhaps the one from 821, anna salai tea centre seem to be the favourite outing given the considerable stay i had the previous year. Two days ago i left the national  capital with national perspiration yet to set in. But if one were to take to the wheels in the heart of the capital one would be soaked in sweat and preferring to bide time in sedentary lifestyle.

The ride from home to Nizamuddin Station could not be deemed as elaborate distance but the traffic spin could make it look exhaustive and encircling. No sooner we had hit the ring road, the boom the economy had provided for vehicles of all shapes to zoom  showed the course correction  that is long due. About 300 metres before AIIMS (All India Institute of Medical Sciences) the traffic was thick and stagnant. Fewer vehicles had the inclination to move and those who had fittingly flaunted the honking-till-eternity pattern. Once on the flyover opposite the AIIMS, the traffic was smooth only to be met with another form of resistance near South Extension. If that was not enough the flyover near PGDAV college showed the reality of a car-breakdown, leading to a pile up crown. No one could hazard a guess on what the pile up was all about only to be unravelled  after you reached the point where the vehicle broke and the personnel trying to restart looking no bloke. 

During this set of travelling in a private transport, what the commuters can easily conclude is first, the never-ending urge of those to overtake armed with vehicles overweight; sight of no less than half-a -dozen  trying to set their cell in order while trying to drive and dream; cell conversation muted but not missing; those vehicles with three or more passengers trying to engage in a full throttle conversation as if this act they are going to miss it for a long time; and couples split between baggages conveying they are in for a long haul. By the time the Nizamuddin station was accessed all one could think of was starting early from your home and if you are subjected to long honking heat and those armed with overtaking sheet, give them the space they desire, not doing that you could be under fire.

Traffic in metros is bound to test you, the less you step out more you would be saving on patience and perseverance. You need to be in a better frame of mind if you are at the wheels; one floating in an indecisive boat may hand over the drive therapy to others. Driving and going in  a private transport once in a season is a nightmare, perhaps no one has the clue how to reset the traffic theme. Haggling on fare and being pushed from one corner to another ( packed to capacity buses) no doubt are the two headaches that you are able to keep away.