Everyone is rushing to where thet need to go to...
Workers from all walks of life and professions dash across the roads to take their preferred mode of transport to their workplaces...
At the bus intechange, there are snaking queues that stretch all the way from the berth through the common passage ways...
At times, the queues even crisscross each other, adding to the confusion as to which queues is for which bus..
When the door of the bus opens, the queues make a haphazard effort to board the bus at the same time...
thronging the entrance which is too narrow to accommodate them all...
At the end, only common civilty is going to allow them the change to get on the bus...and as such, the whole world can only cooperate when they subconsciously realise that jostling each other in not going to get anyone anywhere...
On the road, the scene is one of a clogged stream...
Lane after lane is filled with vehicles of all kinds..
all trying to carve out a tiny space for themselves...
The kaleidoscope of cars, taxis, lorries and motorcycles squeezing their way to thier destinations can hardly be said to be a picturesque portrayal of the awaking of a brand new day...
Occasionally, agitated drives honk at each other to show their displeasure, only to be greeted by cold steely stares, and sometimes, angry honks in return...
The frienzied pace of the ruch hour is not an ideal way to start the day...
However, the necessities of livelihood effectively leaves nobody with any choice..
but to live with the pain and agony of having to make do with a situation that causes everyone to dream of the days of retirement...