From the past four and a half hours my car was in the traffic jam with the result my car had only covered two hundred meters on NH No. 8 which is famous or rather I must said notorious for its kilometres long traffic jams, bahoot he gande vale jams. To divert my mind from the irritating jam I watched green fields of bajara, herd of cows, birds of different sizes and shapes, white butterflies moving here and there, not knowing where and flying clouds in blue sky. Luckily after 35 minutes car moved further and stopped near a shop. Many people who were along with me in that traffic jam got down from cars and bought mineral water, cold drinks and chips from there to quench their thirst and hunger. Seeing the rush, I analysed that by the evening that shop owner would have the sufficient money to open the McDonalds in that place. I had the sufficient water and meal for two days with me so I won’t be contributing in this noble cause.