It is so colorless, so prosaic. I miss, therefore, this multi-faceted, enormous monster in the cities of Pakistan. Cars, buses, wagons, horse carriages, motorbikes, bicycles and pedestrians all melt together in one agglomerate mess. Everyone seems to be driven by some frantic demon of haste in total disregard of traffic rules. Even the stray dogs and cats appear supercharged as though late for an appointment.
Total chaos is the stuff of the traffic jam.
In the middle of this mess could be seen three or four traffic constables blowing their whistles and shaking their arms in all directions. Theirs is no mean contribution to this mess. Some give them total credit for it. Caught in a traffic jam, you are buffeted with the fumes of unwashed bodies and the stench of 'niswar' mixed with wafts from the adjoining gutter overflowing on to the road. You keep turning your head from side to side till your nostrils get used to both and your brain becomes numb and insensitive to time and space.