Re: Early 20th century road infrastructure/bus transport services/automobile traffic I came across the following short story during my recent research in Delhi...
"The Lorry and the Bullock-Cart. By Shadi Ram Joshi (D.A.V. College, Jalundhar Nagar).
After the day’s journey my bullocks were resting quietly by the road-side and I was lying in my cart, with my face towards the star-lit sky, when a lorry came and stopped by the side of the cart. In a few minutes the driver and the cleaner, ascending the roof of the lorry and spreading something to line on, were fast asleep.
My eyes were closing and I was sleepily contemplating over my poor cart and the grand lorry, when I heard my cart say, “Dear Sister, it would have been better if you had stopped a little away from poor me. I, being old-fashioned, am not accustomed to the smell, emitted by you.”
The lorry took offence and said “I did not know Your Majesty could not stand my company, nor did I know that you were still carrying on your crawling existence somewhere in the wretched country-side. Surely you will not now live long to have to dread my smell. I wonder how a snail like you, could have the courage to speak thus to one of my status and lineage.”
The remarks roused the self-respect of my cart and it went on to say, “Look here, Madam. I made a simple request but you took a strange attitude. I may be poor but I am proud of being the friend of the poor of my country. I may be crawling along the road-side like a snail but, surely, I do not, in pride of speed, while carrying a few, throw dust on the hundreds of passers by.”
The lorry contemptuously said, “Poor thing, I wish you had knowledge of my exploits and adventures. Country-born as you are and born in this backward country too, cannot appreciate my personality.”
My cart, though by nature unsophisticated, yet rendered wise by cultural and political awakening in the country broke out, “I am not very ignorant of your lady-ship’s exploits either. You will excuse my being plain. You are a hand-maid of Imperialism and Capitalism, you are a link in the chain that is binding my poor country. You have cost my country heaps of cotton, wheat and rice. You are, all your life, a cause of constant drain from my country. You are running the happy and contended village lives of these innocent people, now sleeping drunk on your roof. Your whole being is based on exploitation and you rightly speak of your exploits.”
The lorry was amazed at the knowledge and the courage of the poor native. Newly arrived from abroad it had not experienced such impertinence before. It, patronisingly said, “You misunderstand the Western Civilisation. I wish you had studied Economics”. My cart laughed and said, “We have paid dearly to understand your civilisation and our country has bled white to grasp your Economics. Your whole system is based on satanic principles.”
The youthful lorry, with the haughtiness of the ruling race, was on the point of losing temper at the insolence of the niggardly native, when I was awakened from my sleep by a noise, and I saw that the Bullocks were butting ferociously against the hind-guards of the lorry."
From the Monthly Journal „The Rural India“ (Edited by G.K. Puranik, Bombay under the Auspices of the Adarsha Seva Sangha), November 1940, Vol. 3, No. 11, page 655. |