The train came to a halt at Bhopal. Anxious for my place, I rushed in baby,luggage and all. As we jostled to get in,an elderly woman trying to climb down, chided us, can’t you people wait?
Well, we are not used to that are we?
At the temple, once the door of the sanctum sanctorum opens after arathi, devotees jostle trying to get the best view of the deity for that moment of direct connect, till they are herded off by the temple authorities to make space for others. The pushing and pulling continues, me first , me first, till one reaches the next god demanding obeisance.
The guests at a wedding will go to any length to jump the queue to dig into the rice sambhar 2 seconds before the next person.After that they head to the mantap or the stage to have that best picture clicked. Again a mini riot breaks out as the sweating newly married couple try to keep up the smiles for the camera, while being pushed and pulled from both sides by photo-opportunistic friends and relatives.
Have you not used public transport? Surely then you would have experienced the need to let go and be pushed or led to the entry and exit of a train or bus if you want to reach your destination!
Queue is not just our thing.
So we say queue!!! phew!!!