Today I was travelling to Delhi from Sonipat in a Maruti
Suzuki Ritz. The road which connects to the Highway is always crowded by
freight trucks which ply to and fro from Sonipat and Rohtak to Delhi and
beyond. All trucks and other small carriers have something written on them. It
will be interesting to know the writer who comes out with the lines. One of the
first trucks I saw had written on it ‘Don’t fast…Tiger Zinda hai’. I hope the
writer meant to convey to the vehicles trailing them not to drive fast. Still
can’t get the significance of Tiger Zinda hai but my guess is the writer or the
owner of the truck would be a fan of Salman Khan.
After getting on the National Highway, it’s a long road
to Delhi. Recently I read a novella titled ‘Delhi is not far’. There is also a
saying in Hindi ‘Dilli abhi door hai’. This kept coming into my head even
though we were around half an hour from Delhi in the traffic.
There were a plethora of colors on the road. White and
grey cars, green tempos, orange buses, red maruti’s, brick colored trucks,
black motorbikes and so on. India is a colorful country and our roads do not disappoint
us.
The truck owners or the writers seem to be deeply
religious. I could make out prayers to different Hindu gods inscribed on them.
A lot of them had ‘Use dippers in the night’ written on them. Some of the trucks
were not only carrying white sacks, they also had bored looking men sitting on
them. The driver, it seems was making money transporting both the living and
the non living.
The Google maps of my Uber driver stopped working in
between. He asked me to show him the directions on my mobile. He did not
realize how technologically disinterested I am until I told him clearly my mobile
does not have the google maps app. Rationally speaking as well, I do not need
it.
My car was making a continuous ‘oooo…’ sound, the
intensity of which increased with speed and decreased when brakes were applied.
Looking out of the window, one could see the road, the vehicles and the
development happening around. So many buildings and societies are coming up or
are already allotted on the National Highway. It is clear that houses here are
in demand. There are also many dhabas on the road. Smiling pictures of dhaba
owner welcome you have a meal at their place. There is no guarantee though that
the consumer will come out smiling when we have had our food.
While returning back in the same car, I noticed the
driver of a green tempo lighting a cigarette. He was a young man about 20 year’s
age. For once, he took both his hands of the steering wheel to light the match.
The cigarette was lighted and he smoked it like a king sitting on a throne. In
one of the other big cars, there was only one person who was driving the car. I
tried to reason out if he owned the car or was an employed driver. He was
wearing a white shirt and had a turban and a full moustache. There was no watch
on the hand. Initially I assumed he was just the driver, but had to change my
mind later after careful look at him.
Aur kuchh mile na
mile,
roasted corn (called Chhali) is available in abundance on the National Highway
here. After every minute of ride, one can come across the boards of Chhali.
Sometimes Salman Khan and Aishwarya smile out of the paintings. I am sure many travelers
on the highway would love them. I have not had any of these Chhalis, even
though they entice me.
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