THE QUEUE

This is something we all are aware of. The dreaded "queue".
All of us must have been a part of it, some time in our lives, no matter which "class" we hail from.
The nature of queue may change, but its existence is a certainity.

And the best part is, we never care of any queue.
I still remember that scorching afternoon, when I was in that queue to get my DTC bus Pass done at Hari Nagar Depot. I waited for some two hours in the July sun, when the queue got broken and everyone started to believe in those famous lines of Amitabh from Deewar, " Hum Jahan khade hote hain, line wahin se shuru hoti hai." The gentleman at the counter got mad and refused to entertain any new forms, till order prevails.
Then, at least 4 different queues could be counted, each being labelled as the original one.

Interestingly, again a single queue was forced to be formed, and I, a submissive, innocent school student, could not "prove" that mera number aane wala tha, tabhi yeh scene ho gaya.
I was sent back, with some 50 people ahead of me.
Needless to say, I left the scene and get the pass done, the next day from Scindia House, within an hour. How come so early?? Well, there were poles and railings out there, to prevent anybody to come out of turn.

Things have changed quite a lot since then.
DTC has introduced computerized passes, and we rarely find such queues now.
And more Importantly, I am no Longer a submissive or an innocent school student.
Have learnt to keep others in order.

But still, the queue is an important part of my life, as for most of you.
And you know what?? I still see many morons roaming around to get their job done without being in the queue. They can be seen doing that when I reach there and stand as the last man in the queue, and even after MY job is done.

Can we be a bit more disciplined??