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Isolation…

A couple of weeks back, I missed my violin class. We left home in good time but an accident on the interstate highway caused a whole lot of traffic pile-up. Not in the metaphorical sense, but all the vehicles piled up one behind the other causing the traffic to move at a snail’s pace. We persisted for a while and had to give up the whole idea after a while. Took the nearest exit and revved back home…

It was irritating to say the least. What was worse was the sight of miles and miles of cars, still and unmoving… Each car seemed like an individual cell, sealing off its occupant from any other human being into some kind of an icy isolation. At that moment, I rued over the lack of a good public transport system in Atlanta. Atleast, one gets a chance to observe one’s fellow commuters, maybe strike up a conversation… the remotest of human communication. Bombayites may recall the awfully cramped (that’s an understatement) suburban trains and shudder at the idea but I still prefer those *close-quartered* train compartments to these sole Hondas, Toyotas or Mercs…

Considering the endless periods of time that people here spend in their cars, it’s no big deal that the cars are outfitted splendidly. They’re so well stocked with food, entertainment and drink. Does one really need to step out of his gaadi? And with a cellphone, you’re really well-connected.

I’d love to stay in a city which has a good network of trains or buses. The first thing I’d do is pack the car off into some dark garage so that the only time it’d see the light of the day would be when I choose to go for a road-trip…

[Not my best writing effort, but I can feel *the flow*…:-)]