No really, I am up to my nose with these pestering gits who pass off as drivers in this city. Every day they pile on the roads like abysmal shadows of death in their cars of every shape, size and color and infest the roads and the peace of my mind. They do not have any sense of discipline or decorum.
On top of that the traffic police in their ridiculous white hats are THE most clueless people that ever walked the planet. They casually wave their arms on both directions of the road for cars to come forward, and, horror of horrors, they do! And when, as general logic and a bit of common sense would suggest, when cars from both ends of the road come forward there inevitably follows a snarl which takes a long long time to unwind. What I do not understand is what these guys are thinking giving rise to this insensible clutter each morning, only to be jumping around a crossing with inimitable enthusiasm beating their baton on bonnets and flailing their arms. Is this some kind of morning sport that they particularly enjoy?
And do not even get me started on those darn bikes. With young ones in tow, the youngsters wearing helmets which are decidedly their father’s (who is not wearing one and letting the breeze do the magic on the hair), or the mother’s who is not on the bike. I wonder what the effectiveness of the helmet is after all, I feel it is in averting the fine which the police might levy for each head on the bike without a helmet. So these bikes pour into cracks like water. They do. They reach the stop sign near the signal as if pied piper was luring them, it’s bizarre.
Pedestrians: They seem to be a resilient specie, jumping fearlessly in front of Volvo buses. Why don’t we send a few of these daredevils to the army?
On top of that the traffic police in their ridiculous white hats are THE most clueless people that ever walked the planet. They casually wave their arms on both directions of the road for cars to come forward, and, horror of horrors, they do! And when, as general logic and a bit of common sense would suggest, when cars from both ends of the road come forward there inevitably follows a snarl which takes a long long time to unwind. What I do not understand is what these guys are thinking giving rise to this insensible clutter each morning, only to be jumping around a crossing with inimitable enthusiasm beating their baton on bonnets and flailing their arms. Is this some kind of morning sport that they particularly enjoy?
And do not even get me started on those darn bikes. With young ones in tow, the youngsters wearing helmets which are decidedly their father’s (who is not wearing one and letting the breeze do the magic on the hair), or the mother’s who is not on the bike. I wonder what the effectiveness of the helmet is after all, I feel it is in averting the fine which the police might levy for each head on the bike without a helmet. So these bikes pour into cracks like water. They do. They reach the stop sign near the signal as if pied piper was luring them, it’s bizarre.
Pedestrians: They seem to be a resilient specie, jumping fearlessly in front of Volvo buses. Why don’t we send a few of these daredevils to the army?
The answer, obviously, is reducing the use of personal vehicles, and encouraging the use of public transport. This strategy has yielded results in some South East Asian countries too.
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