highway blues.

my days at the room were not to last long,these days bangalore s become my abode,i travel to my college all the way till tumkur.its strainous,but cant leave away from home anymore for reasons i rather not accost of have forced me into the act.
its one big arduous job to get up at 5 in the morning for a person who would even at times get to bed at that time.its baffling to even open my eyes,answering nature s call and bath,i set off on bike,i sneak through the boulevards of bangalore,in the traffic with eloquence.its a 15 minute drive from home,i get to the bus stand,park the bike and even before i can blink,i find my bus,the journey through the day sums upto 140 ks by bus and another 15 ks by bike,lion's share is spent"on the move"
the journey is one mind boggling experience.cutting through the traffic is a nightmare,as the bus passes by ,unpleasant scenes are to be seen everywhere.there was a time when i would precariously peep through the windows if an accident were to have occured,things have changed ever since.not a day passes by without me as a witness to an accident,live or in its wrecked state.the very first day of my journey set the tone for what was to come in the future,it d been minutes since the accident ocured,thanks to the highway patrol,the wreckage was already being cleared off,a hyundai santro had pierced its frontboot into the rare end of a mammoth sized truck,ironicaly,the truck had this rubric that the car driver probably failed to notice in totality,,"i love you,but dont kiss me".its no more a passion to watch the wreckage of a mishap on the road,its become a chronic sight,that no longer tickles my interests.its more than just men that bare the brunt,animals are not forsaken either,only difference is that none bothers for thier sob,they are usually scavanged away.i cant stop thinking however,how safe are these express highways that i ply on everyday,i ve for good reasons learnt to keep the bloodrush that would sometime endorse me driving in 80s and 90s under control.