Before it gets better, it gets worse. The Delhi Metro promises that commuting in the capital will become better once it’s fully operational. Ha, that happy dream of life becoming better. Yesterday, on my way to an appointment in Haus Khas enclave, I drove down Aurbindo Marg, thinking that I would make it on time. Ha, the fallacy of that thought.

As I crusied down Aurbindo Marg, I realised that the U-turn was blocked, and that I had to take a compulsory left. One of the busiest raods in Delhi had been shut down for Metro  construction work without so much as by your leave and no one thought of putting up signs to guide motorists to take alternate routes.

As I fumed, thinking about how all this, I realised that I didn’t know how to get to my appointment. Then panic began to set in, wondering if I would find my way out of the traffic jam that I found myself stuck in. After wasting precious fuel, because of this circuitous route that I had been forced to take, I reached hot and bothered. In India, I am convinced, things always get worse before they get better.