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Check the Roads Before You Check My Breath

From The Hindu


Whenever a policeman waves my car down, a flicker of indignation rises in me, tinged with a trace of ironic amusement. I was taking a shortcut yesterday morning when a constable stopped my car right in front of a big ditch on a narrow rural road. It was a strategic point: no one could speed away ignoring the police because of the rainwater-filled ditch that spanned the entire width of the road ahead.

Another constable came with a breathalyser and asked me to blow into it which I did with a smirk that was intended to convey my indignation. First of all, it was too early in the day for any normal person to be drunk. Secondly, they chose a place which revealed in all its gruesome ugliness that the government didn’t give a f*#k to the safety or wellness of the citizens, travellers in this case.

Kerala is a state where an average of over 130 road accidents take place every day. 48,841 accidents occurred on Kerala’s roads in the year of 2024, according to the website of the Kerala Police. 3875 persons died and 54,813 were injured. The condition of the road was as responsible as drunken driving, according to the police stats.

The governments – state and central – extract huge sums of money from the citizens in various names such as road tax, passenger & goods tax, vehicle tax, vehicle insurance tax, tolls on highways, and countless fines. 

From Kerala Kaumudi

A few weeks back, I received a text message from MoRTH [Ministry of Road Transport and Highways] that I had to pay a fine of Rs 500 as my side-seat traveller wasn’t wearing seatbelt on a particular date. I checked my travels and found that Maggie was with me on that day in the particular place where the camera supposedly caught her without seatbelt. Both Maggie and I always make sure we wear the seatbelt, not merely to escape the huge fine but also for our own safety. We don’t go even the short distance to her school without wearing the seatbelt.

I challenged the fine by lodging a complaint with the Grievance System of the traffic police. Nothing has happened so far. I know nothing will happen. That’s our government systems are, central as well as state. If they have photographic evidence, why not share it with me? That’s my simple request and query. They won’t respond. Instead they will harass you the next time you go for something like renewing your car’s insurance.

In Kerala, the government survives by extortion. Money is squeezed out of people in all possible ways. For example, the tax on liquor in Kerala is nearly 300%. That is, when you buy a bottle of whisky that costs Rs 1000 in Kerala, the state government gets Rs 750 (approx). Without the drinkers in Kerala, the state’s coffers would be absolutely empty.

The fines on the road are similarly extortionist. If you drive without wearing seatbelt, the fine is Rs 1000. If your vehicle is not insured, Rs 2000 for the first ‘offence’, and Rs 4000 for subsequent offences. If you have an extra passenger in your vehicle, cough up Rs 1000 per passenger. Rs 1000 - 5000 for over-speeding (depending on the type of vehicle).

Don’t think that the government is imposing all these fines because it is interested in your safety and wellbeing. If that were the case, the first thing would be to make the roads safe enough for drives. Too many roads in the state are in extremely bad condition. Too many people die on them. Who cares? Your government is more interested in charging a tax on your dead body!

I cleared my breath test and the constable waved me away as rudely as cops all over the country generally do. I have wondered again and again why police people can’t have good manners. Why do they treat everyone like a criminal? Well, that’s not the point I was driving at. As I said, I cleared the breath test and moved forward only to stop my car again. This time not for any cop, but to avoid another gaping pothole. What is more dangerous on our roads: the drink or the neglect?

We need responsible driving, no doubt. I’m with any government that promotes measure to ensure safe roads. But I’m yet to see genuine efforts on the part of the governments.

If safety is the goal, let’s start by paving the way – literally.

 

Comments

  1. Your rant applies not only to Kerala but for all of India! Tragic!

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    1. I guess it does. These days I don't travel much outside Kerala and hence haven't seen the roads out there.

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  2. Hari OM
    Road maintenance is an issue even here in the UK - although not quite the same death statistics, there are most certainly vehicular damage and minor human damage caused by accidents resulting directly from poor road condition. Mind you, there's poor then there's downright undrivable - yours fit the latter! YAM xx

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    1. We have utterly bad roads, forget undrivable - they don't even look like roads!

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  3. May be I am wrong. May be I am right. The governance in Kerala has been so gynxed with kedukayasthatha ( inefficient management) and pidippukedu (.lack of right sense of going about) it has to rely on lottery, liquor and fines on the road. Perhaps a mirror of the Malyalee ethos of earning money, the easy way, leaving hard labour to the Bengali. Every people gets the government it deserves.. Sorry if I sound harsh. And Kerala is in a pathological false consciousness or political unconscious. Into that heaven of critical consciousness, let my literate state, Prabhudhakeralam awake.. Shedding sloth, mental and physical.
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    1. You're absolutely right. Malayali is indeed a slothful creature with a shocking sense of false self-importance. Getting money just for the asking is his right, he thinks. He won't bother to question the political wrongs, instead will fish in troubled waters.

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    2. Sloth is a Foundational Capital Sin, as per Catholic Penny Catechism. Indeed, it is!

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  4. I hope you can clear up the seatbelt thing. Who wins if you know she was wearing a seatbelt, but they claim she was not?

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    1. Of course, I'll pay the fine and be done with it since there's no other alternative. I accept that my GOVERNMENT is a highwayman.

      And maybe Maggie has to wear lighter shades while going on drives. 😊

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  5. Tomi, you should come to Bangalore and drive. You will realise that Kerala roads are far, far better. I really doubt if roads anywhere else are as bad as they are here, whether it is raining or not. I have driven a lot in both places.That is why I saying this.
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    1. I wonder why the governments ignore basic infrastructure requirements and go for humungous other constructions, especially religious places and statues.

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