3.
AT THE
CROSSROADS
Love can be very liberating! A feeling of exhilaration that is
indescribable. It’s something everyone craves for. Yet when they finally get
it, it takes them a lot of time to realise that they have been gifted with it
already.
I really loved John. Loved him
because he was always well dressed in his black coat and trousers, wore black
glasses and used a walking stick to move around. Stylish to the core! Except I
didn’t like his smoking habit. He smoked like a chimney and always wanted me to
pay for it. I had to since I loved John so much. He and I met only for a short
while but meet we did, despite the odds. Come rain, hail or thunder, we
invariably met and walked all the way through the footpath, lining the
colourful shops and a few tastefully decorated houses. I would put my hand
around his arm and proudly walk, even while we talked non-stop and laughed
heartily. So, John and I would meet every day after school without fail and I
had to walk with him up to the Police Point area before I walked off further
towards my home in Laitumkhrah. John was slow while walking and it would put me
in a tizzy as I knew exactly how Mom would react to my few minutes of delay
while reaching home. But like I told you; I loved John very much and he loved
me too and as is my nature, I just couldn’t even come as close to thinking of
leaving him alone. My heart went out to John ‘cause John had difficulty while
crossing the main road on his way home. So invariably, it was me who had to do
it for him ‘cause John was 60 years old, blind and lived in a home for the
deprived!
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So you thought that it was only the people in Assam who
were absolutely unaware or feigned ignorance on the importance and the meaning
of a ‘jebrra’ crossing? Well, read that as zebra crossing, the actual
pronunciation being ‘zeebra’. But people just prefer to call it ‘jebrra’ and
are rather happy to say it with élan. The zebras would probably be at the
crossroads when they hear about the atrocious ‘pro-noun-ciation’! Even
Mumbaiyas are known to have pathetic road sense in some areas, at least that’s
what I saw when I visited it this autumn! Being a metro, one would expect
Mumbai to behave like one. But annoyingly so, almost everyone save a few
commuters are wont to stop at a red signal. And if perchance, the traffic
police are not around, everyone has a field day! My scathing remarks fell on
deaf ears and the only remark that stood stoic is, “Aarre Madam, sab log karte
hein!”
Jorhat may be a small town but people have a lot of civic
sense. Everyone, irrespective of whoever they may be, stop at the red light and
patiently wait for other cars to pass and even let pedestrians cross over
safely! It is sad but true that people in Guwahati have absolutely no respect
and emotion for people walking on the streets. They rush at break-neck speed
and stop exactly over the zebra crossing, making it a gargantuan task for
people to get across. They wouldn’t mind running over old people and school and
college going children as well!
On a GSE trip to Canada, as is the habit with us in
Guwahati, Neelakshi and I were hesitant while crossing a street, when we saw a
car approaching us in the distance. But we couldn’t believe our eyes when the
car stopped almost twenty metres away from us. We were still hesitant but then
the gentleman assisting us on our journey in Canada told us we could cross the
street without fear of the car running us over. A car driver could be fined by
the police for not complying with traffic rules and one of them happens to be
an attempt to run over people at the zebra crossing, he said. Well, we have to
learn a thing or two from them! So, I am really hoping the next stop for
training of our traffic police should be Canada!
I have been really fortunate to have studied in Loreto Convent
in Shillong, a school which honed us on traffic sense, besides other things
ofcourse. Our teachers actually took us onto the roads and made sure we looked
first to the right, then the left and then the right again before we crossed
the road. And we did exactly that! I have been crossing the road in this manner
ever since and Tirus, my little sonny boy now knows only too well how to do
this! If wishes were horses and I could fly, then I wish children today would
be taught about this most important concept in school and also by their
parents.
But, in Guwahati, I have tried endless number of times to
cross the roads at the zebra crossing and have failed miserably because of the
dispassionate attitude of the people driving their SUVs, MUVs, XUVs and what
not. Not to forget the overtly stylised bikes with humungous attitudes of their
own to match their owners but all the while forgetting that there are other
mortals around them who might be hurt by their attitude and their speeding
bikes. Nonetheless, it hurts me immensely
that the people of my city are so lax about traffic sense, even as they
maintain palatial houses and ‘shiny’
cars!
Guwahati would have been so much saner if everyone didn’t
behave in a nonsensical manner! But they do and that is one of the reasons for
the utter chaos in the city.
As a kid, riding around in my father’s bike was easy as
spelling ‘easy’. There were just scant cars on the road and parking was not
such a big deal. Today, with more than 300 LMVs sold every day in Guwahati and
the hapless and uncivilized driving of the greenhorns, we can only hope and
pray that we safely return home to watch the News at 9.
Behaving on the roads has been part taught and part
acquired by me. Not that I didn’t have road rage. Ofcourse, I did! But road
rage was always for a reason. The reason being rash driving by someone who
thinks the road belongs to him alone and someone honking for reasons beyond my
perception, even after they see the lights turn red.
So there, you have all sorts of people on the road trying
to prove something or the other to God only knows whom. Not that anyone is impressed
but they seem to get the so called adrenaline rush all the time they do one of
their ‘dirty acts’ and the glee on their faces is unbearable for people like
me. And hence the road rage!
But all said and done, the onus lies with the parents to
actually teach their children how to behave on the streets and everywhere else.
When I speak of parents making their children globalised, it’s not just the
‘global’ education we are talking about. It should mean an all round moulding
of his character, by which he will be identified no matter where he goes or
what he does. The duties of parents don’t end with just sending their children
to a ‘good’ school. It goes beyond that! If we are to turn out good people for
the future, then we will have to put our heart and soul, our unstinted
dedication and passion into being with our children and creating awareness about
the importance of a world, which will be ruled by only the ‘best people’.
Can we think of doing certain things, so that we can set an
example for the others?
1. Teach
our children and all others who need to be taught the systematic way to cross
the road. “Look right, then left, then right again and then cross the road.”
2. Stop
the car when we see a person trying to cross the road, (doesn’t really matter
if they are old or young) so that they can safely cross over.
3. Stop
before the white line of the zebra crossing, so that pedestrians can make
proper use of the zebra crossing. It’s not about having a sophisticated car.
It’s about how sophisticated one behaves while driving his ‘shiny’ machine.
4. Try
to drive slow and safe. This way we can avert accidents and have a smooth
running of the city traffic.
5. Stop
the car when the lights turn red. At least for the sake of calling ourselves
globalised citizens, let’s behave like one.
6. Can
we not go against the traffic when we are desperately trying to take a short-cut.
If we take the longer way, it will actually save the fuel and save others from
going wild about cars coming against the traffic.
7. As pedestrians too, we have the responsibility
to behave in a manner congruent to the road rules. Can we think of crossing the
road at a zebra crossing, instead of trying to zig- zag through the traffic and
in the process putting our lives in danger, leave alone the scathing remarks of
the drivers?
8. Children are precious and so needs to be
protected at any cost. Can we as parents or guardians hold the child going to
and fro from school or otherwise towards the left of the road, that is to say, hold them with our left hands so that we can
save them from the onslaught of recklessly speeding cars?
All
said and done, the onus lies with each and every one of us to behave in a
manner congruent to society. It’s the time when we should stop blaming the
system and take it on ourselves to change the system ourselves. Cynicism is
passé and boring. People with ideas to bring a change are more interesting. So
come on people, stop blaming others and passing the buck! Put on your thinking
caps and think of bringing a change, here and now!
Tinat Atifa Masood