It is difficult to live with the fact that three people died in this vehicle last year and this stupid traffic is responsible for my plight,” says Mohammed Chand, the ambulance driver pointing a finger accusingly at the bumper to bumper traffic.
It is around five in the evening and Old Delhi is bursting at the seams on a road that connects one of the largest hospitals in this part of the capital with the rest of the city. Mohammed who works as an ambulance driver with St Stephen’s Hospital is driving around the hospital to provide what he calls “a sample of his daily grief”.
The world moves in slow motion. After a while, the two middle-aged men in the car ahead of us and the auto rickshaw driver next to the ambulance seem rather familiar. It may have something to do with the fact that we have been playing nudge-nudge for close to half an hour.
The avowed benefits of the motor car suddenly seem rather dated. Forty-year-old Mohammed has been working with the St Stephen’s Hospital in Old Delhi for the past five years and it was only since last year that he has had to deal with patients dying in his ambulance.