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The traffic crawled at snail’s pace.  Maybe, some politician or baba or such VIP was passing and there were security barricades somewhere…

VIP security inevitably means insecurity for the aam aadmi.   One man’s security is another man’s insecurity, in the words of antediluvian wisdom.

Poet was on his old scooter whose expiry date had elapsed long ago.  He became weary of the honking from behind; he felt insecure, in other words.  So he pulled his scooter to the brambles on the side of the road and waved his hand to the honking driver to indicate ‘Go ahead.’ 

The car of the honker overtook Poet’s scooter.

“Don’t Honk.”  Poet could read the poster with big letters stuck on the rear of the car.  “Kute bhi nahin...”  The poster went on to admonish: “Even dogs do not bark without a reason.”





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  1. Love the humour, and the irony you slap across that car driver's face. :D

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  2. Brought to mind so many weirdos we see on the roads!

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    1. Too many of them, Sreesha. Mostly on costly bikes with terrible sounds. I'm sick of them.

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  3. Gr8 reply we often get some idiots like this on road

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  4. Gr8 reply we often get some idiots like this on road

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    1. Too many idiots in the world, don't you think Shiv?

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  5. Now I know how to react to morons on roads.. Good one

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  6. Politicians rocks(i mean honks) in mera bharat mahan

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    1. The world belongs to politicians (in the garb of many other things)
      And very happy to see you here, Khanthing.

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  7. Full of humour and irony.... .
    Fantastic full of sarcasm. .
    Hats off :)

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  8. Full of humour and irony.... .
    Fantastic full of sarcasm. .
    Hats off :)

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  9. Have seen so many people like these on roads in Mumbai, I share the similar feeling.

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    1. I remember a lesson which I taught a few years ago, written by a famous essayist, in which the author advises his son to use the horn like a gentleman: "Announce your coming like a gentleman," he said. We have few gentlemen on the roads now.

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  10. Nice one...About the Honking morons..I had a similar wave of thought which you might like reading through..http://www.great-indian-curry.com/2013/10/honkhonkhonking-horns.html

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    1. Yes, Soham, I read your post and enjoyed it thoroughly.

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  11. Dedicated also to those crazy sound makers on spooky bikes who races on the streets chasing others... We can quote them "even dogs wont chase without a reason!"

    Good humor ji :)

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    1. Fantastic. Those bikers do more harm than any car drivers.

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    1. It was a real poster, dear.I din't make up any of these....

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  13. Lovely . . Have a Nice Day. . . :)

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  14. This is a big issue but hardly any car driver in our country seriously give thought to. The 'Sab Chalta hai' attitude is ruining all traffic sense!

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  15. Good points, always found ...................

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