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Driven round the bend | The Indian Express

If the army feels it requires continuation of the AFSPA to discharge its responsibilities, no other agency is qualified to credibly challenge that view. Individuals and issues that are making and faking news. Driven round the bend. The Supreme Courts directive asking the Centre to take action against trucks carrying iron rods that protrude from the rear and cause over 3,500 fatalities every year may not put a brake on the hazard,but it highlights the fact that Indian roads are the most dangerous place to be outside a war zone,mainly because,like 007,they offer a licence to kill. The key reason is that traffic rules are flouted with impunity. Here are Indian traffic rules as most drivers see them. Using the right lane. Actually,most drivers do,even though they are supposed to drive on the left side of the road. The British gave us our traffic rules which stated that vehicle owners are to drive on the left side of the road,which is where most drivers start from before boredom,snarls and the sight of a cop inspire them to shift to the right lane,causing bigger jams. The rules are the same as followed by water flowing down a hillside: take the path of least resistance,and never move in a straight line. Indian drivers act like they have dual citizenship,using the left and right lanes as it suits them,regardless of the danger it poses to other drivers. Its a lot like our politics where the Left is often Right and the Right often gets Left. The OBC syndrome. This refers to the fact that on Indian roads,pedestrians,cyclists and similar lesser beings are soft targets for car owners and drivers based on some irrational logic that roads were not intended for them and therefore they can be cast aside like flies. This only confirms that there is a caste system on Indian roads; the bigger the car,the higher the caste while others without vehicles are left to fate and the mercy of the gods,meaning those who have a red beacon and a siren that says VIP,Very Impatient Politician. Horn Please,OK. Whoever invented that slogan should be given the Padma Shrill award for their contribution to noise pollution. Indeed,its not clear whether the car horn for Indian drivers is a phallic symbol or whether there is a competition on to discover Indias horniest road user,but in no other country will you hear horns blaring away in a constant cacophony. This happens,amazingly,even when cars are parked at a red light. In some countries,horns are blown only as a sign of protest. In India,they are used to express joy,anger,frustration,relief,exuberance,romance and most often,just because its there. Most Indian drivers are on the horns of a dilemma; they use one hand to steer the vehicle,the other needs something to do,preferably something that makes noise. Bus karo. The Fevicol advertisement showing passengers occupying every possible crevice sticks in memory,but its not that far removed from reality. During rush hour in most cities,the bus is a mobile miracle,accommodating three or four times the number of passengers its manufacturers designed it for,occupying spaces that defy Newtons Laws,and all other laws to do with gravity. The bus is mainly used as public transport and that it does,in very large Guinness-book-of-record numbers. Rules of the road. There are none. Most times,driving in India is like being in a video game,with flashing lights,screeching brakes,and cars skidding out of control,where everything else is left to karma and the insurance company. The school lunch maker. Without the use of any calculations or measurements,rickshaws carrying school kids offer proof that for every law concerning gravitational pull there is an opposite one. Children are folded,squeezed and shoved into impossible positions so as to pack the most objects in the least space. These rickshaws are also called the school lunchbox as passengers tend to resemble a sandwich packed in a hurry. The last signpost the assumption of immortality is required of all road users.
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