Moments of Bliss 3 - "getting connected"

Hi

It was a wonderful day at office today as I was completing a huge project like task that I was handling since yesterday.....and I had left for home at 5 PM itself as I reached office too early in the morning...I had travelled in my bike and I was standing at Nandanam Signal...waiting for the GREEN....

For that matter the crowd was too much that I was so away from the Junction and it is going to take one more Green for me to cross the junction literally !! As usual in chennai, all the waiting vehicles have spread out and the last free left lane was all crowded and lined up with two wheelers completely blocking those who wanted to enjoy the previlege (to take their left!!)

A lean fellow in Khaki uniform was standing leaning against his bicycle which had a LPG cylinder fitted in its carrier (must be a delivery boy rather a delivery man)...He was clearly an affected guy who wanted to take left and I identified / watched him only with his decibel level shouting at the pitch of the voice on the entire world, in general and the lined up two wheeler drivers standing in front of him, in particular....

I dont want to kill the charm of this posting by making it too big as it should be very easy to understand my moment of bliss when his utterances below (all in Tamil) are read in conjuction with my subject above "getting connected".....yes, I in fact watched him so intently and got a picture of the mental state of those hapless creatures of the world - the frustrated lot - who are in complaining mode & on their angle of looking at things and events happening to them....(I think he was drunk .... this could be another clue to appreciate the words and his mental state)

The posting will get over abruptly after the quotes below.....I am just warning again....

"all are P.sons.....no one is having sense...... why would they stop my way....p.sons......!! why dont they understand that I am waiting here helplessly.....p.sons.....!! look at the face of this bastard....he is staring at me as though I am shouting needlessly....all of them are p.sons....!! how can I do my duty when they are stopping me...?? why is that the world is so senseless ?? sons of p.....buggers......when is this world going to understand the problems of poor people....p.sons....."

Thanks....

suchoo