I never dislike heavy traffic jams but when it comes to such jumbles especially on a bridge, my stomach aches, mouth runs dry and I run out of patience.
It was only last Friday, I was returning home. There is a bridge at Thapathali, and this area remains crowded throughout the day. It was late evening when I reached that place and I thought there would be no traffic jam is such late hours. So I accelerated towards the bridge as there were no any signs of traffic jam. On the other end of the bridge however, I could see some vehicles halted. I thought the jam would not last until I reach that end. But as I had just crossed the half way mark, the queue did not seem to move. I was now stranded in the middle of the bridge. Far on the forward end, there was a huge bus with its rear wind shill clearly visible due to its enormous height and it stayed in the middle from both left and right with no signs of any kind of movement. It stayed there like a rock. I was just staring at that big bus hoping that it would move ahead as fast as possible, but in vain.
It was then, I looked back and saw a long queue already been lined with cars and busses stalled to the right, left and possibly in all directions. I really hate this situation or more precisely I fear being caught up in the middle of a traffic jam on a bridge. I wanted to get out of this jam as quickly as possible but no vehicles moved forward. I was simply gazing at the big bus at the farthest end and waiting in disgusted fear. Apart from that bus, there were many other vehicles but that particular bus irritated me more than anything. It did not move an inch forward and the thought of the bridge collapsing was already very active in the back of my mind. This bridge is a well built Japanese bridge but it lacks regular maintenance. Now I was panicking with the thought of the bridge collapsing because of the load. The bridge I thought is unable to hold the load for long and the bridge is now on the verge of breaking into two.
With more vehicles plying on the bridge behind me created pressure on the bridge and thus I could feel the bridge throb.
Is this the end? Is the bridge really collapsing? What should I do if the bridge is to fall right away? Where should I run? If I ever start to run, I would probably be hit by vehicles from behind as all the other vehicles would make way for them to escape this disaster. The bridge was again shaking and that gentle shake seemed to be a vigorous one to me. I thought getting off my bike and walking to the safe end would be a wise decision. What would people think if I did that? This feeling was also poking me at the same time.
Ok, this the real end and there’s no escaping, that idiot big bus would not move and the end was inevitable in that very instant. I lost hope and the only thing I could imagine was of the people sliding into the river beneath, people falling off of the ship like I saw in the movie “Titanic”. I was already accepting the end.
Right in time, before I died, the big bus honked in the loudest of manners and it was about time to move ahead. What a relief, I escaped the disaster; thinking of being safe now, was unbelievably a bliss at that moment. Therefore I hurried towards the safe end of the bridge overtaking many other vehicles. After I had crossed the bridge, I thought, “that was a very silly thought.”
It was only last Friday, I was returning home. There is a bridge at Thapathali, and this area remains crowded throughout the day. It was late evening when I reached that place and I thought there would be no traffic jam is such late hours. So I accelerated towards the bridge as there were no any signs of traffic jam. On the other end of the bridge however, I could see some vehicles halted. I thought the jam would not last until I reach that end. But as I had just crossed the half way mark, the queue did not seem to move. I was now stranded in the middle of the bridge. Far on the forward end, there was a huge bus with its rear wind shill clearly visible due to its enormous height and it stayed in the middle from both left and right with no signs of any kind of movement. It stayed there like a rock. I was just staring at that big bus hoping that it would move ahead as fast as possible, but in vain.
It was then, I looked back and saw a long queue already been lined with cars and busses stalled to the right, left and possibly in all directions. I really hate this situation or more precisely I fear being caught up in the middle of a traffic jam on a bridge. I wanted to get out of this jam as quickly as possible but no vehicles moved forward. I was simply gazing at the big bus at the farthest end and waiting in disgusted fear. Apart from that bus, there were many other vehicles but that particular bus irritated me more than anything. It did not move an inch forward and the thought of the bridge collapsing was already very active in the back of my mind. This bridge is a well built Japanese bridge but it lacks regular maintenance. Now I was panicking with the thought of the bridge collapsing because of the load. The bridge I thought is unable to hold the load for long and the bridge is now on the verge of breaking into two.
With more vehicles plying on the bridge behind me created pressure on the bridge and thus I could feel the bridge throb.
Is this the end? Is the bridge really collapsing? What should I do if the bridge is to fall right away? Where should I run? If I ever start to run, I would probably be hit by vehicles from behind as all the other vehicles would make way for them to escape this disaster. The bridge was again shaking and that gentle shake seemed to be a vigorous one to me. I thought getting off my bike and walking to the safe end would be a wise decision. What would people think if I did that? This feeling was also poking me at the same time.
Ok, this the real end and there’s no escaping, that idiot big bus would not move and the end was inevitable in that very instant. I lost hope and the only thing I could imagine was of the people sliding into the river beneath, people falling off of the ship like I saw in the movie “Titanic”. I was already accepting the end.
Right in time, before I died, the big bus honked in the loudest of manners and it was about time to move ahead. What a relief, I escaped the disaster; thinking of being safe now, was unbelievably a bliss at that moment. Therefore I hurried towards the safe end of the bridge overtaking many other vehicles. After I had crossed the bridge, I thought, “that was a very silly thought.”
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