Diatribes!

Ever since I set foot on my motherland, I have done little else but rant and rave... much to the detriment of my blood pressure and stress quotient! About all sorts of things...About the traffic mayhem on the roads of Delhi. About people driving through red lights while the cops watch idly. About auto rickshaw drivers who sail past my waving hand while my brains fry in 40 degree C heat. About fat cats and corporates who spend loads of filthy lucre on on IPLs and so-called CSR programs but turn into blank walls when called upon to fund 30 second spots (aimed at encouraging children to learn what their parents refuse to) that cost a measly Rs 4 lakhs.
What does it take to bread through blank walls of indifference? What should one do to stir up public wrath against those who think the roads and public spaces belong to their forefathers and hence can be treated with disdain and a total lack of consideration? When will people realise that they themselves are to blame for disasters like the BRT and not just the government because it's the people who won't listen learn or mend their ways when it comes to following the rule of law?
Will anyone ever listen? And learn?