Road sense and Delhites never seems to go hand in hand. The average Delhi-ite has an aversion to traffic rules...Jumping Redlight is a must, Lane driving is a strict no no, giving indicators while changing lanes or before taking a turn is a blasphemy in his psyche.
Allergic to rules would be a better descreption....you can see the symptoms in Road rage and Chaos. Blame the former on weather and later on the inevitable hurry that a Delhi-ite always seems to be in.
There are features that appear in the media attributing the scorching mercury of not only impacting a rise in temperature but tempers as well. But what about Winters. As per a natural extension of the theory floated Delhi-ites should be the most charming and relaxed of people in autumn. But it seems traffic and roadsense seems to get frozen with the climate...or do they become ice cold monsters running amok
And no Sir, it is not just your regular cabbie in ferrying the bpo-ites to their destination. Even the average middle class owner of four wheels seems to have foot on the pedal.
To empathise with... the hurry syndrome may be a possible outcome of someone having warned the Delhiite that the world as we know is about to end... so scoot off to the nearest parking hole for safety... Or is it a perceived threat of the city under some kind of nuclear strike.
Efforts by the establishment at bettering the life meet a dead end. What with a Delhi-ite ever zealous...to prove true the adage "More things change...more they remain the same" You broaden the road and they will creat a rush of chaos if the road is narrow they will create a jam of chaos.
You will have half a dozen cops manning the speed limits on relatively empty roads at peak hours in the morning...but congested crossings and intersections will be left unmanned...thus creating an early morning nuisance for the commuter.
The guy at the wheel on a bus feels like a ravaging speed Godzilla ...ready to mow down anything that comes in its way...or as much as dare to over take it.
The cabbie at the wheel will incessantly honk the horn...in the hope that the vibrations of sounds from his horn will move away the traffic in front of him thus creating a free lane for him to whizz past...
The priveliged motorcade guys seem to be theonly one to be zipping away...equiped with armed commandoes to make their journey faster...while the average joe drags in his latest fancy on four wheels
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