Traffic jam is a carnival for vehicle - rs(not an English word, but don't mind ya) where everybody has to participate, If you blow, I blow 'n' if you are giving me competition in terms of sound, don't do this boy, my vehicle has 'Dhoom 2' enabled sounds. For the non-vehicle -rs, it's an opportunity to hear varieties of sounds with making varieties of faces. Some are ignoring it, some are shouting against it & who can't shout, abusing it in heart, but if they get a chance to be a part of this carnival, they blow more! You know they faced the irritation as non-vehicle-rs, now they are vehicle-rs, so it's their moral & duty to pass this irritation to the next non-vehicle-rs generation with no-generation gap! This is the carnival where one-or-two white dress men are most active & why not this is the best time to kill their boredom. In this carnival, everybody has different levels, big-vehicles move slow, small vehicles move fast, bikers don't move as they love zig-zag path with stylish turns, auto-man is the freedom-fighter, who can create many ways to win this carnival-competition.
Lady members of this festival can only be identified by their eyes or glasses, aunties get the best time to dissect their neighbours & uncles are busy in proving that they are the best 'politically-extroverted-highly-intellect' creatures of this planet, but the real heroes who steal the show - are beggars & daily use items distributors.
Now I must discuss about Copenhagen here, this is the time where 'The Blue Planet' sees different combinations of black, light black & dark black & different variations of noise & noise & some more noise.
Now I am ending my Traffic-Jam carnival saga, leaving behind a thinking - ' Why we blow horn in Traffic-Jam ?'
