On the roads packed with people, where some people like to travel on pedals, some on bicycles and some in buses, there a big expensive car is blowing its horn repeatedly because the people in front of it are not even trying to move away. Three handsome men sitting in the car ask their driver why he should not take the car forward and he tells them that the car cannot go forward.

All three of them get out of the car and take deep breaths because they are getting late for the work they had come for. It is a village but why is there so much traffic? It’s not some city where traffic was the main problem.