Another Code to Scan in the Fools’ Paradise

To get 20 litres of gasoline, I waited in line for 24 hours.

Does it make sense?

Rs 9000 ÷ 24 Hours = Rs 375.

Is it my real worth?

I do not think so.

Even a worker with no skills is paid more than that for an hour of work today.

Imagine the number of loss of useable man hours due to this situation.

All that the population demands are to have an uninterrupted supply line and prices are at par with prevailing world market rates.

I support a full revamp of the current system for just reasons like this.

But I am glad that I changed my mind and decided to stand in line with everyone else for fuel.

My mind and body have been trained to handle such an event over the course of four decades of working overnight shifts in a variety of locations with varied weather conditions.

When they saw how long the line had already grown, some people arrived and left.

Others tried various manoeuvres to fit their vehicles in spaces, clearly kept for reasons they were either not aware of or did not comprehend.

It was a very orderly queue formed by users themselves without any outside authorities getting involved.

Some young lads started numbering vehicles in the queue with a whiteboard marker pen, but it was a futile effort after experiencing a couple of passing showers in the early morning hours.

With or without the number written on every windshield, the line survived.

It is yet another example of how society forms better self-governing mechanisms than rules formulated by so-called experts who have no practical ground reality knowledge of the subject at hand.

After having a couple of sizzling ginger teas from a Night Kade with a couple of others and becoming friends with other queue formers; we managed to pass the night without any serious issues.

That makes me think that the YouTube videos I have watched over the years “Sleeping in Cars” for various reasons, is not a good option in countries with weather conditions like ours.

With dust, heat, mosquitoes and the noises of passing vehicles, it will make it more like torture than an enjoyable experience.

The cycle continues without any hiccups or obstacles after the end of the line switches places with the beginning of the line once.

But everyone is accountable for ending this cycle.

Say "thank you" to everyone who helped make the meeting another memorable one.

Friends, goodbye until we talk again.