Today, driving my small little white box (otherwise known as Maruti800) at the monotonous speed of 40km/hour, the mind also in a sleepy haze; I came upon the notice of things everyone does every time that are as unimportant and uninteresting as the phone I never attend.
We Indians have a knack of breaking the traffic-signal, overtaking from the wrong side, never requiring the amazing invention of the green indicators and so on. While this may not entirely hold true of the big metropolitans with their mostly alert and scary Traffic Police and the sneaky Interceptors, the rest of the country's small cities often face the wrath of two-wheelers and four-wheelers, also three-wheelers with their impaled direction-sense.
Now to the point:
They bought a new car: OoooH, It's a NEW car. It needs to be ridden of the devils it possesses with a special pooja. Also, do not remove the seat plastic covers, the car will get dusty. It doesn't matter just how hot and sticky it is... the plastic Remains.
Traffic Jam: What. The road's blocked. Nobody can steer anywhere and the pace is dead slow. Well, that's okay but I'll HONK. I know that the ten cars ahead of me are just as stuck but I want to honk. When I keep on honking again and again and again, I don't know how it would help...but I just want to Honk.
Scratch: A small accident in the middle of the road. Nobody's hurt. No damage that'll hurt the car/bike's "feelings". BUT I'll get out and fight. It's the peak rush hour. I'll stand in the middle of the traffic and not bother about the ambulance being delayed. I just want to fight for that scratch !
Kings & Queens: They are everywhere. Quite and serene. Walking at a gradual pace, leaving their foot-prints everywhere. They can stand still. Chat in the middle of the road. Or just ponder and procrastinate. And we'll all happily oblige to help in their everlasting comfort. The Cows.
And the scariest and the most petrifying element on the Indian roads breaking all state barriers literally are the one and only Indian. Bus. Drivers. ... *crescendo*
And in all this mayhem and pandemonium somewhere is "I" at a glacial pace, who somehow miraculously manages to reach back home safe and sound. :)
Yet, we love it here.