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Again lot of political speculations over young turk Rahul Gandhi's new move. This time his 'Discover India' tour has triggered off debate among political leaders and analysts. He kicked of his four day journey on Friday from the tribal-dominated Nuapada district of Orissa. Such kinds of speculations were made earlier also, when he was appointed as the chairman of the NSUI and the Youth Congress and as a member of the Congress Working Committee (CWC).

Nevertheless, it could be assessed that Rahul is progressing in his political career. He is gradually catching the nerve of being a politician. However, his progress has been contributed by his inherited legacy!

At a time, when UPA government and Left are at loggerheads over Indo-US nuclear deal, Rahul's 'Discover India' tours seems to be just a political stunt of Congress. Rahul is now being posed as an icon for Indian youth by his party. Is he really?

Who can be termed as an icon? One who has a standing of his own, whose individuality created inspirational aura, whose works set certain ideals and principles.

Well, Rahul is charismatic and he could be no less than an icon for youth but at the present situation, however it is explicit somewhere that his charisma is not accessible to everyone beyond his constituency.

It could be said that he is still in a incubator under certain favourable conditions. This has resulted into a wide gaping between him and the common man of India.

He seems to be more of a pampered prince safeguarded by his mentors rather than a well trained and brave soldier of an army.

It is undeniable that present political scenario demands young shoulders to carry the carriage of expectations of the entire nation. Congress has taken initiative in this field.

Congress has offered a platform to the youth and has given them opportunity to participate in active politics. We appreciate its move. But being a grand old party of India, its steps should be genuine rather than tinged with the colour of politics. Rahul has to be his real self rather just a trick of his party to win the election by attracting people.

Word: Pranati Saikia
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‘Ladies Seat’ written on public transportation is visible and, of course readable to almost all of us. The words written on the window panes of the bus is basically meant for those left side seats which are reserved for ladies. These golden words change it colours that is scripts depending upon the state. If you are in the states like Assam, Punjab, or in south India, perhaps in the capital city New Delhi, it has a different script. But, it means the same – that the seats are reserved for ladies, and only for ladies.

Not to mention, we all have occupied these seats and would have remained glued to it till we got our destination. The journey seems much relax, comfortable and of our taste. But there are days when a lady comes forward and you have to leave it. Here rises the problem – though there are men who without saying any word leave their occupied seat, even there are men who refuses to acknowledge the golden letters and occupy it as if they would take the seat to their home.

In the capital city, the same history repeats. Well, you will find the same two types of commuters – ‘yes, ladies seat’ and ‘no, ladies seat’. The seat doesn’t remain a mere seat to sit. It appears something else – a precious entity that can’t be shared nonetheless with a woman.

There have been instances where a man occupying the seat doesn’t leave it after being requested by a lady. And the person redirects the same request to another person who is occupying the ladies seat. A heated debate takes place. Depending upon the profile of the lady the momentum of the fight is determined. If the lady is a convent educated, a flurry of English sentences could be heard. The quarrel turns comical when the man’s English conversation is not to the mark of the lady. The scene is vociferously watched and enjoyed to the hilt. The same scene I witnessed yesterday on my way from Duala Kuan to Naraina. Imagine, the highly volatile male ego the lady would have pricked. At last the man who would be below 25 blurted out, “Ma’am muje angrezi nahin ati…ap hi hame sikha do”. At last he ended up the sentences by “bas …bas…ho gayi”. The man true to his ego didn’t leave the seat.

One more incident which I found very funny and which left me with a thought, took place while I was coming from Dwarka. I was legally occupying the seat – a seat ahead of the conductor’s seat and there was person sitting opposite to mine. After few stoppages, a married couple with a toddler boarded the bus and the bus was fully packed. The husband requested the person to leave the seat. The answer that the person gave was very childish. He retorted back his request by saying that he is unwell. I don’t think that a real man could have answered this. He was a pigeon-hearted man.

Like any other city in India, construction of toilet place is given least concern. And the same story repeats in New Delhi. The city has to improve and give a face lift so to be called a world class city.

Sometimes I do wonder what would be the face of the capital city in 2010, two years from now. Would it become a land of concrete buildings with no space to relax in the lap of nature? Or would it transgress itself to such a rosy-coloured world where there is no bumper-to-bumper traffic, water shortage, unemployment, sanitation and security issues?

In order to avoid the agonizing traffic – steps have been taken with the construction of impressive flyovers all across the city. But coming to the sanitation problem, it seems the government is least concerned. The sufferers to this problem are common people – children, men and women, who ply in public buses and can’t relax themselves in hotels and pay Rs 1 or 2 in paid-toilets. In comparison to the children and men, imagine the untold suffering especially women had to undergo daily.

They had to suffer of no fault of their own. To this issue, Delhi is still unsafe. Once you are caught except some couple of well-maintained Sulabh toilets in some locations, you search, dig information where to relax for some few minutes, you will get awestruck that there is no such place in a city where millions of people entry and exit daily. It is a horrible experience not finding toilets in India Gate and many bus terminals.

And even you are able to find the ultimate place [toilets] they are in a salubrious condition. Stench emanating from there is deadly; obstructing you to use it. So only one place is left - it is the road.

In places like India Gate where lakhs of people both foreigners and domestic tourists pay their visit – there is no toilet. One can see frequent visitors relaxing themselves in the shade of tree. But foreigners and those who have first time come here to see the monument they are left with no choice.

The scene in Daula Kuan is exacerbating. All along the stretch where interstate bus and local bus from Gurgaon and Rajasthan stop, the place gives a horrible and horrendous look. One can see commuters as soon as they get down from the bus throws themselves to the corner of the road – watering the walls.

It is ironical the stretch has not caught the attention of the public administration. Urinating takes place in mammoth scale. It gives a bizarre look especially at the day time. Delhi must pay attention and do something to improve the infrastructure in order to stem public urination. The government must do something like the Shiela Dixit bus. Readers who are not from Delhi will laugh to know that private bus operators call the newly introduced low-floor bus with the name of the chief minister ‘Shiela Dixit’.

Hello friends. If you belong to Delhi and daily commute for your job or for some other reason – then the fear of Delhi Transport Corporation’s (DTC) bus conductor is obvious. As soon as you board the bus, a sort of strange fear grips you. A bizarre energy throws you towards the old, angry bus conductor. You are not alone in this exercise. There are, indeed, many commuters like you, who frantically extend money (bus fare) to this remorseless, ghost in the human form – the bus conductor.

The whole affair is agonizing. Since you are stretched at two points, one giving the bus fare, second you have to confirm and compete for your seat in midst of hullabaloo and abracadabra affair.

Well, being in Delhi and not having an affair with the army of bus conductors, it is not possible - absolutely not possible. One day or the other day, you have to get entangled with these bus conductors. Every person has their own story, and I suppose these stories are indeed, agonizing, distressful, and painful.

Few days back I had the same one-to-one session with this DTC bus conductor. The bus was plying between Rohini and Gurgaon. I boarded the bus from Naraina and following the same procedure as I have mentioned I was capable to do both the things together – taking the ticket and occupying a seat.

The story unfolded in Iffco Chowk, Gurgaon. The climax of my story starts from here. Two old persons, the ticket checkers boarded the bus and they were in their mission, early morning mission: to catch passengers who don’t buy tickets. They were just like James Bond (this time only two) secretly assassinating those caught red-handed without ticket.

This time in their mission I was caught red-handed, in their eyes I was a foe, to be killed in cold-blooded manner. It is not that I didn’t take fare. Actually the same old bus conductor gave me a ticket that was validated till Shankar Chowk, Gurgaon. At that moment my experience whispered me - there is no point to have a lovely one-to-one talk with the bus conductor and ask: why my dear bus conductor you have given me this ticket.

Within minutes I became a cynosure in front of all commuters. Frankly speaking, I was extremely unaware of the fact that I was getting so much of peoples’ attention. My first concern was to free myself from the entanglement. Good news is that I was not carrying the amount of fine Rs 100.

And after few minutes of lovely chit chat with these two old Bonds, at last I freed myself when I showed them that I am from PRESS and showed my identity card. I am bigger James Bond than you two people combined. I am a James Bond!

The scene ends there, there in Iffco Chowk, Gurgaon. I set for another mission that is to get to my office and tell the nightmare story to my colleagues. And of course, these two old Bonds were again in their undertaken mission preying on ticketless commuters.
At the end, beware of this DTC bus Bonds who are cruel and inhuman characters. They are ghost and must not be entertained at any cost.

“I am proud, I am a Bihari!” Have you ever heard this sentence? Not to mention, you have heard…at Mariana Trench, terrorism infested state Jammu and Kashmir, Capital city Delhi, Commercial city Mumbai, even in the thick jungles of Assam, or in permit driven state Arunachal Pradesh [visitors have to take permit to enter the state]…

You name it, and you will find people who utter this sentence.

Unfortunately, this sentence comes out as a reaction to defend oneself from ignominy that usually builds up when two elements adds: first there is a Bihari and, second there is in air - a topic on Bihar, its politics, people and personalities.

Uhhhh!!! No body on earth utters this sentence than Bihari people do. Interestingly, we all love our soil we belong to. But, the momentum they build on by saying “I am proud, I am a Bihari!” seem childish. It is something like a child caught red handed while stealing stuff and defensively blurts out: I told you, I haven’t done it. That’s it.

It is ironical that wherever in any part of India parochialism is given fan, they are the first people coming to the target. In Jammu and Kashmir, they are being gunned down by the terrorists and in Assam and Maharashtra, they are in the receiving end.

It shouldn’t happen since we are all brethren of the great country India. We all have our unique culture, customs, language, traits and we must pay respect as much we give to ours.

Again, on an average we all pay respect to other persons’ genetic and political make-up. We are inquisitive to other person’s caste, religion and the state he belongs to. And there are many myths, proverb and funny stuff lingering in and around any state and caste.

The word “Bihari” means a lot. Anyone being called a Bihari is being taken with disdainful, scornful, inhuman note. It is still a mystery why Biharis doesn’t like being called a Bihari.

There is no point reacting to any such comments if it is made. It must be taken with a bit of humour. And if possible, maintain the golden rule: Silence.

It’s been almost two months, I have been towing between Delhi and Gurgaon. And, so far the journey has been bag full of experiences. Not to forget, people take, and I am not an exception to the rule: The reward of suffering is experience.

Well, the experience has been the mixture of success and failure affair. How? Obviously, getting at office at time all the way traveling over 40 km and changing couple of vehicles, and again following the same route back home does matter a lot. And for this I pat myself.

Amazingly, I have been most of the time much before the official time, becoming the first person to open the door and turning on lights. Seeing myself taking this honour – opening the door – I feel as I have won a war and waiting to be decorated with some medal!

Nonetheless, the present 10 am to 6 pm job, besides giving the opportunity to becoming “master of none”, has reaffirmed by belief that there is no rule of success. Again, how? Since two months I have been searching, researching the perfect travel itinerary so that I can easily get to office and again back home without any hit and trial attempt. But, it’s been an utter failure.

If I have been a failure, it is the failure of the respective governments of Delhi and Haryana!! Don’t get jerked, how my failure, becomes the failure of the laws of land. Remember, the hype and hoopla that was accorded to the jaywalking. People were fined to improve their walking etiquettes. Etiquettes go haywire in different crossings of National Highway 8 and Ring Road.

People including me take the risk of crossings the roads at Naraina, Duala Kuan, Rajiv Chowk (Haryana) and Khandsa village (Haryana). Since I started jaywalking on these crossings, no policeman has ever fined me. God forbids! People’s motion in these crossings recalls me of Brownian motion: the random motion of small particles suspended in a gas or liquid. It is pure Physics!

People coming from the opposite direction in their attempt to cross the road very often collide face-to-face. Likewise, I have been caught in the Brownian motion with other human-particles!

Not to mention, in the route of my motion comes the Delhi-Gurgaon Expressway trajectory. The opening of the Delhi-Gurgaon and its subsequent traffic jam has been in news. Where the opening of the expressway has escaped poor souls like me from the erratic, bumper to bumper traffic at Subroto Park, which had been a daily affair; but its opening has created another lethal, inescapable traffic snarl at the toll gate.

Every time when I cross this toll gate, it makes me feel that it is a dam where gush of vehicles are abruptly stopped, and later allowed in much controlled manner. The scene of vehicles gushing out is fabulous, impressive. Sometimes, I feel getting down from the bus/ cab and have a run. Really! I do feel to have my feet on this stretch.

I remember in the initial days of its opening, the heavy traffic of the vehicles at the gate made the way for free-passage after finding that they [DS Constrution] can’t pay-out receipt of each vehicles using their stretch. So far, this has been an “experience” for DS Construction for “suffering” a major loss of their income.

And another aspect of my journey is that the stretch from Rajiv Chowk to this newly inaugurated fly-over at Subroto Park is full of fly-overs. Sometimes, I do feel I am taking a ride on a roller-coaster. As soon as the first fly-over ends, next starts with different surroundings.

So, my traveling is full of surprises which can’t be “suffering” experiences at all. At the end, today I followed a different route; I did not go to Naraina, to save myself from another traffic jam. I went to Karol Bagh and came to my home. I followed this first time – in my two-months to and fro motion between Delhi and Gurgoan and to my surprise I reached home quite early and the journey less tiring.

Do tell, if you have a car, if possible a SUV, Mercedes is “OK” to save me from Delhi’s government assurance – to have a control on the wheels on the roads.

NEW DELHI,INDIA

The debate continues for ages, which is the better city to live in? Is it the political capital or the commercial capital of India? Is it Delhi or Mumbai? Both the cities provide refuge to millions of job seekers who come from different parts of India. Two metros have two different lifestyles, two different cultures. One is cosmopolitan, one is traditional. However, it's upto the individual perception that speaks for the city one is dwelling in.

Come to Delhi, the capital city of India, you will be greeted by 50 plus impressive flyovers. If it still doesn't astound you, get a round of Old Delhi, the true colour of Delhi, with monuments and lanes devoted to special cuisine, will definitely enchant you, while Mumbai's infrastructure is terrible. Stay one year or so, you will truly become a Delhiite known for its Dilliwala style – not paying bus fare, lawlessness, foul mouth…the list is long, what you don't find in Mumbai.

Mumbai -- the first impression it gives: the names of the places – that don't grimace your face, thanks to Bollywood movies and entertainment industry that we have been watching while growing up. You see people religiously maintaining a queue in bus stands which can't be seen in Delhi. Moreover, you feel that there is no "entropy" in day-to-day life activities. Life goes on lying on the windy beaches. Not to forget – a ride in interlink train comes as the testing time for you, to test your endurance and patience.

There are several other comparisons. While Delhi is too cold and too hot, Mumbai is neither cold, nor too hot. While Delhi is totally unsafe for women, Mumbai is believed to be a safe abode of the weaker sex if we neglect few infamous incidents. There are endless topics to be compared such as the terrible traffic of Mumbai, unsafe roads of Delhi or Continuous power supply of Mumbai , power and water crisis of Delhi. Debate will be on, on and on.

But at the end, both the cities are marvelous and lively in their own respect. Both the cities have their own plus and minus. Choosing the city – Delhi or Mumbai lies on what is your perspective towards life, it truly defines you.

Since its inception the Delhi Metro has become the iconic symbol of the national capital of India. You come to Delhi and you haven’t taken the ride of Delhi metro, than your journey is worthless and incomplete, even if you have watched and clicked for memory photographs of the most sought after tourist destination. Delhi metro is a must, a must destination for anyone. It is a modern day technological marvel, bisecting New Delhi and Old Delhi.

But how marvelous is Delhi metro can be witnessed if one takes a ride at pick hour time -in morning, evening or in festival time. Not only will you get astounded, astonished by the efficiency of the Delhi Metro but you will see true colour of Delhi wala. Delhi walas are well renowned for many known and unknown reasons. For some, Delhi walas are the rudest metropolitan people compared to the people of Mumbai, Kolkata and Chennai. Again for some, especially for police, the Delhi walas are the most undisciplined people in India. For them traffic rules are there to be broken again and again. Traffic in Delhi is erratic, unpredictable even for those who are born and brought up here.

These were some unexplained perception about Delhi and Delhi walas. Coming to the Delhi Metro scenario, this is one place where one could see CEOs and the cobblers sharing the same institution, irrespective of their economic and social status.

In the peak time the Delhi Metro runs full with seats occupied, commuters symmetrically standing and some occupying the floor of the Metro in the seating position. They give the impression as if they are traveling for many days and their destination is far away. They seemed relax, content, comfortable without any affect of maya of sansarikta. Great!

While there are other commuters sharing the interlinked cabins, seeing them closely give the impression as if they are heading for a war. Eyes vigilant, body attentive, hands in motion, anxiously waiting for the order to open, so that an attack could be carried out. As soon as the doors open at a station, the cool interiors of the Metro within no moment turns violent as people standing at the station tries to get into the Metro. The nicest thing of the situation is that everything goes without any verbal altercation and hard feelings. The armies at the station and others inside the Metro, who are in the eyeball-to-eyeball contact remain silent at the battle front.

Well, if you are thinking to go click spree in the Delhi Metro Station, signboards read photography is banned, but I have seen people freely clicking inside the premises of the Delhi Metro.

What could I say about the place; after all it is Delhi where laws take shape from person to person.

Who said while in pain you don't enjoy! It is not true. At least for me I thoroughly enjoy the grueling, painful travel that I undertake daily, 6 days of a week to get to my office. The bone-breaking journey has unraveled many inhibitions, fear that was ingrained deep in me.I mean it has made me a good person. The travel has broken many myths about the place Gurgoan, even broken some unestablished myths about myself that was in my head. It is truly a new avatar at my end.

I laugh on myself like a child when I am successful to get to office before time. The journey that I took as ordeal in the initial days, now after one month I am enjoying it to the fullest, every day is a new day for me. I have discovered the true dichotomy that exists in Delhi in general, and Gurgoan in particular.

In Delhi, where getting into a place is easy, thanks to Metro and fleet of government and privately owned buses. In its neighboring mini Delhi, Gurgoan synonymous of India's growth in real estate and IT, the situation is drastic. Traveling from Delhi to Gurgaon and vice versa, it needs proper planning and execution with a tinge of savvy knowledge that can be learnt only when you are physically present.

And witnessing the dynamics of the commuters on this route is really a fun. How do they attack any cab or car plying on the Delhi-Gurgoan road, National Highway 8? The attraction between commuters and cabs is similar to attraction and repulsion effect between iron and magnet. Though there is no theory that describes the commuters and cabs.

As soon as a cab halts, commuters, all office goers literally attack the driver with a volley of questions - Duala Kuan jayegi, Saket jayegi, Wazirpur jayegi....? And those who gets the cab going to their destination, getting into the cab comes as a struggling moment, since one has to compete with his fellow passengers.

And all this love-hate, success-failure takes place with me on the road of Delhi Gurgoan road. When I am successful, I treat myself with a chilled champagne. It is a moment of success, I celebrate it by taking omlette or boiled eggs with my friend Kushal.

Here is the plan that I undertake very often while going to office. For getting at time in office, I leave home exactly at 8 am and take a bus to Naraina, Ring Road from Inder Puri.

The real journey starts from here. The mode of vehicle determines, how I will reach Gurgoan, the two-third journey to my office. I prefer cab since it takes less time and it is comfortable compared to the bus journey where getting a seat is a distant dream.

As soon as I get down from the bus here in Naraina. My eyes start scanning all the cabs plying on the road automatically, without any external stimuli. God knows which cab turns out to be the one I was searching for!

Most of the time I am successful to get a cab. Drivers had a gaga time earning extra money from us, I came to know, as much as we are dependent on them, they are equally dependent on us. The drivers of the cabs and the commuters like me are both hawk-eyed in the fulfillment of their requirements. They get money and I get a pleasant ride. The ecosystem is built, and it runs smoothly.

The journey from Naraina to IFFCO chowk, Gurgoan cost Rs 15. Traffic is erratic and unpredictable. One can see fleet of bikes in this chill environment of Delhi, swirling here and there in the road struggling to get a space. The scene is beautiful , all happening on the road. Not an inch is left vacant on the road.

While at Toll Gate, which is presently not running. All speeding vehicles gives the impression of the volume of water gushing out from the tunnels of the dam. And seeing ourselves part of this gushing vehicles effect, it is altogether a memorable moment.

And after a pleasant ride which takes more than 45 minutes, I get down at IFFCO Chowk. From there I head towards my next journey which takes place in a rickety auto rickshaw. The auto rickshaw visible here in Gurgoan, I suppose must be shown in the Discovery Channel or Travel TV. I really mean it. An auto rickshaw accommodates 15 people! And it goes to 20 people if situation demands!!

Using the same mode of travel I go to Rajiv Chowk, and there to the place of job. This ritual, which has become part of my life since one month has vanished the fear, the traveling fear about Gurgoan. Now, the thought that Delhi is inaccessible after 4pm doesn't haunt me, doesn't disturb me. I look cool and relax at 8 pm, here, deep inside in Gurgoan, Haryana where offices work 24x7, 365 days of a year.

I suppose in this one month's to-and-fro journey I might have shared with you the same seat in cab or have bitterly struggled with you!

Indian Railway is the life line of India and so is the Delhi Metro Rail in
the capital city.

Delhi Metro Train has made travelling in itself a beautiful journey, easy and comfortable. Entering into the clean and cosy metro station with tight security make you feel safe and secure. In the entrance hall of the station , security personnel check every passengers and carried luggage, thoroughly to avert any kind of terrorist attack.

AFC gates are also being located in the hall. They are designed to detect passengers while walking through. They have to show their token or smart cards at the gate by standing on yellow line marked near the gate. These token are easily available in the ticket counters and cards could be obtained at customer care centre. Fares are affordable for every common man.

The most striking feature that makes the internal ambience of delhi metro more impressive and distinguished is the presence of escalators to facilitate passengers by saving their time and to avoid probable accidents due to hurried movements in the staircases. Nevertheless broad staircases are also there beside the escalators to further support heavy rushes of people especially at office hours. Riding on escalators is also advantageous for elderly people and physically challenged people.

The platforms which are situated underground are equally comfy without any filth around. As soon as you stepped inside the platform, you will forget your tireness and scorching heat of outside station. AC equipped platforms will sooth every stress of yours and tranquilize your mood. No sooner you reach the platform, the beautiful and magnificently built metro train is ready at your service to make you more pleasant with its high-speed and by providing comfortable ride.

Wide doors of the coaches allow easy movements of the passengers while getting inside and outside the train. The spacious and wide coaches well furnished with large benches like seats give you comfortable travelling. Availble space makes you easy while standing also. There is a small screan at the top of steel wall inside every coach where important safety guidelines scrolls one by one besides their announcements.

These include name of the station and other related information as well. With a view to keep the internal environment safe and clean, drinking, eating and smoking are prohibited inside the train and in the metro area. At every station, trains stops for 20 seconds. And it comes after every 4 minutes.

Delhi metro station has different routes to various destinations . Some of these routes are underground and few are above the land. The journey in metro station becomes more alluring when the train runs above the land as you could view the entire city of monuments beautifully. The whole landscape make you enchanted. If you think it touches the entire delhi, it is not so. It is in records that the metro network will be touching each and every part of delhi before 2010. Any new visitor would find necessary information about the network like delhi metro network map in the station itself.

The whole management of delhi metro rail corporation makes you alert as a passenger and responsible as a citizen who ought to abide by certain rules to enjoy a safe ride. The people behind this project has done incredible job in providing accessible and smooth journey to common man.

By Pranati Saikia, NEW DELHI,INDIA

Crying faces, bleeding bodies, heart rending wails echoed Delhi sky once again on Sunday morning. This time the mishap took place on Mathura Road in Badarpur, near Aligaon crossing. The killer Blueline again created havoc by ramming into 15 people waiting for bus on the pavement. It caused death to 7 people and left few seriously injured and many panic stricken. It is alleged that the driver was drunk. He lost control and hit people standing on the road.

What’s going on? It is not the first time when such rash driving and irresponsibility robbed people of their lives. These series of accidents are not just matter of concern but taking the form of hovering fear of death. Who knows who will be the next victim? Whether one will get back home safely or not, cause boarding and deboarding Blueline buses itself becoming fear of invisible death, making boarders victim of cruel destiny, without one’s awareness.

Buses are one of those amenities which are meant for people’s convenience but these accidents have brought forth the gruesome pictures of human error, negligence of moral duty and ignorance. Consequently, now buses are gradually becoming danger to human lives.

Drivers and conductors often seem to be short-tempered, excited and indulge in speed competition with one another, apply sudden brakes to the buses and make passengers to suffer due to their whimsical and careless driving.

Delhi government has taken few concrete steps to stop these accidents. But still these life taking incidents are happenings.

It is important that the driving hands must be experienced. The man on the driving seat must be balanced, careful and vigil towards his duty as a driver. Driver and conductor must have friendly approach and moral behavior besides having professional ethics. Sufficient time must be given to passengers while boarding and deboarding the bus, so that they could be well settled.

On the other hand, traffic rules are being set to be followed but these accidents have implied clearly that rules are being violated by the Blueline buses. Moreover, speed-governors have also been tempered with by most of the buses. In this context, the government must take strict action against these violations. Deployment of PCR vans are not only the solution. The intentional crimes must be awarded with capital punishment as these killing people.

We people also ought to be conscious of our rights as passengers and pedestrians.