Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Story of Uselessness


Some things are just so useless. So useless that you seriously and sincerely wish if you could do something to wipe them out.

While traveling on the metro, there are some stations where people neither board nor disembark, ever. And these are exactly the stations where the doors seem to be taking the maximum time to open and then close. This is when you wish that there was an intelligent metro system which wouldn't stop at a station if there are no takers.

Then after waiting for ages in the immigration queue, when you’re finally in front of the immigration officer, he seems to be endlessly staring at your passport picture and then your face, your face again and your passport as if matching the color of your kohl in the picture and now. Can we have biometric systems in place to identify us if identity is all these officers are concerned about?

We have people who at the toll will be arguing for 20 something rupees and seem to have all the time in the world. Why can’t we just have a crane pick up these cars along with these people and put them straight behind the bars?

There are people at the bite counter at the movies who would wait till it’s their turn and only then bother to think about what they want to order. They have the insensitivity to not only gaze at the menu for the longest time but call up their partners in crime to discuss the order. Can we just throw them out of the queue?

There are people who want to take elevators for even a single floor. Can we just have some mechanism where the elevators don't move people across one  floor and rather push them to the stairs?

There are people who send emails without a subject or with subjects which make no sense whatsoever. Why should anyone look at your email if you wouldn't tell me the contents? Can we have email audits or universities teach students about effective email writing?

Well, the story of uselessness can just go on forever. Different perspectives, different uselessnesses.  

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