I realise that
driving has lost its charm for me. The
last few days have me driving for over an hour from seven in the morning in
order to reach the place where I have been assigned a job related to my regular
work. I reach back home at 6 in the
evening driving the same route back.
There was a
time when bike riding was a passion for me.
I loved to glide along the mountain tracks of Meghalaya just for the fun
of it. When I shifted to Delhi, riding
ceased to be fun. Delhi roads make
people mad. There are too many vehicles
on the roads and all of them are in a hurry.
Many of them are plain crazy too.
I never enjoyed the rides in that crazy city of insane drivers and
riders though I never became the target of any road rage which was ubiquitous
on Delhi’s teeming roads.
I thought a
car drive through the roads in Kerala flanked by lush greenery would be
fun. No way, as I learnt now. You can never afford to look away from the
windshield. You don’t know when a
vehicle is going to enter from a side road or a biker is going to overtake you
through the little space he manages to discover between your vehicle and the
one coming from the opposite direction.
Then there are the Kerala State Transport buses which bulldoze through
the road with a hubris that is characteristic to the department. When you move out of the main road to the rural
ones, potholes welcome you with gaping glees.
You have no chance of even enjoying the music played on your system.
I will have to
put up with this terror for another seven or eight days more. I’m grateful to my stars that my regular workplace
is just 4 km from home. A 5-minute drive
can be quite a delight.
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