When I write this (4th Apr 2015, 6:30 PM), my mind is overwhelmed by one thing. I had a few interesting things going on in office.. ranging from my own upgradation discussion to research on halogen oven (I know, this is what geeky gals do.. check for technology in beauty and cooking!!) but that isnt even ten percent of my interesting and adventurous day.. Guess what!! My return trip from office to home, which is just about 4.5 kms has been so interesting, literally nothing, Dabangg salman to gossip on Deepika padukone on tv, nothing can take my mind off it. I ve had feelings ranging from sheer amusement to fear of death (not exaggerating, this happens on Pune roads) in this one trip.
Now let me tell you why i chose the title "the great indian traffic sense".
I ve seen " the great Indian" being used as a pre-fix for somethings genuinely... History, Mountains, Rivers, and for somethings cynically.. Politics (1st one I got on mind),movies (I go back and forth on this one) so on...,
The great Indian traffic sense makes so much sense to me, and yet again i try to define it in two phrases.. "Its simple" - There is no such thing as traffic rule, its chaos.. just try to live through it and get home...
" Yet complicated" - There is no such prediction as to what a certain segment of vehicle (2/3/4 wheeler) would do for a certain situation.
Today from the moment I got out of my company, till I have reached the safety of my apartment, I couldnt help but notice...
Atleast 10 motor bikes have cut the signal, gone in the opposite lane and honked at me for coming in their way.. took left turn just before me from right, made me brake my bicycle to death and didnt even notice me with my fear for life.
And I ve also seen an two top end sedans.. funny you can guess easily if the vehicle belongs to the owner or his father/boss who is an mla...
There is an audi parked in the middle of owner's area.. ROAD
And there is a new benz giving all the way to auto rickshaws.. (a dent on my car would be costlier than the auto riskshaw itself.. so why risk??)
And the honking..
It makes me wonder.. do we have this loudness culturally programmed in us??
Or are we genetically so impatient...
Honking ranges from car parked on sidewalk.. (Yeah police guy.. come and catch me!!/ My idiot wife.. How much time do you take to buy vegetables???)
to " I am on the wrong route and I dont give a damn about rules or my safety.. so if you want to live just get away!!! this guy surely is or wants to be a don... why doesnt he choose the profession and let ppl on roads live??)
finally.. the relief and joy of coming home is so much more just because of the eventful jouney and it beats the worries and tensions of office.. what else do you need??
I really wish I took all these pics or videos and post them here.. But like I said,I was too busy running(rather cycling) for my life..
Wish I could do something (anything really!!) about changing the great indian traffic..
But just like the history, the rivers, the mountains.. with all the complexity.. the great indian traffic carves its own course with its ultimate unpredictability and has crores of consequences..
And the phrase that works for all other great indian things.. works for this too.. It ll never change..
--- I signoff with a sigh.. hoping the best for all the great Indian entities..
Now let me tell you why i chose the title "the great indian traffic sense".
I ve seen " the great Indian" being used as a pre-fix for somethings genuinely... History, Mountains, Rivers, and for somethings cynically.. Politics (1st one I got on mind),movies (I go back and forth on this one) so on...,
The great Indian traffic sense makes so much sense to me, and yet again i try to define it in two phrases.. "Its simple" - There is no such thing as traffic rule, its chaos.. just try to live through it and get home...
" Yet complicated" - There is no such prediction as to what a certain segment of vehicle (2/3/4 wheeler) would do for a certain situation.
Today from the moment I got out of my company, till I have reached the safety of my apartment, I couldnt help but notice...
Atleast 10 motor bikes have cut the signal, gone in the opposite lane and honked at me for coming in their way.. took left turn just before me from right, made me brake my bicycle to death and didnt even notice me with my fear for life.
And I ve also seen an two top end sedans.. funny you can guess easily if the vehicle belongs to the owner or his father/boss who is an mla...
There is an audi parked in the middle of owner's area.. ROAD
And there is a new benz giving all the way to auto rickshaws.. (a dent on my car would be costlier than the auto riskshaw itself.. so why risk??)
And the honking..
It makes me wonder.. do we have this loudness culturally programmed in us??
Or are we genetically so impatient...
Honking ranges from car parked on sidewalk.. (Yeah police guy.. come and catch me!!/ My idiot wife.. How much time do you take to buy vegetables???)
to " I am on the wrong route and I dont give a damn about rules or my safety.. so if you want to live just get away!!! this guy surely is or wants to be a don... why doesnt he choose the profession and let ppl on roads live??)
finally.. the relief and joy of coming home is so much more just because of the eventful jouney and it beats the worries and tensions of office.. what else do you need??
I really wish I took all these pics or videos and post them here.. But like I said,I was too busy running(rather cycling) for my life..
Wish I could do something (anything really!!) about changing the great indian traffic..
But just like the history, the rivers, the mountains.. with all the complexity.. the great indian traffic carves its own course with its ultimate unpredictability and has crores of consequences..
And the phrase that works for all other great indian things.. works for this too.. It ll never change..
--- I signoff with a sigh.. hoping the best for all the great Indian entities..
