Roadholding in the Indian corners.

I was thinking of writing this post since a pretty long time but this road is something that squeezes everything out of my mind. At times the situation turns so pathetic that I actually forget that whether am I returning back from my college or going to college, or any other destination for that matter. This road kills you, surprises you, thrills you, amuses you, disappoints you and I don't have any more words for what else it does to you. But one thing is assured, this road has made us feel proud( some say it is a matter of shame, but then it's about how you percieve it). It has made us proud in front of the entire world that thinks that 'if you can drive safely on Indian roads, you can drive anywhere...' So the next time you are rutting across the pheriwalas, dodging the naked kid who just crossed the road, after doing his morning job, like a headless chicken, felt as if your shock absorbers took their last breath as you bump into the pot hole, then be proud to be an Indian Rider.

I decided to write this post in two different pieces. One from the driver's perspective, and the other from the pedestrian's. I have never been much of a pedestrian since I passed 10th grade so I hope to recall those memoirs as vividly as I can.

[Posts coming soon...]

P.S.:-

I am not expecting you to have understood the meaning of the title. So I am explaining it. Roadholding is the ability of a car to remain stable while negotiating corners. But the word corner in the title implies the most populated and crowded roads. So roadholding the Indian corners reflects the idea of remaining stable and in control while driving on Indian roads

Next time please don't ask why we are not in FIFA

Today, as a matter of chance, or perhaps calling it a result of nightmare will be better, that I rose at 3 o'clock in the morning, the time at which I normally retire to bed. Now since I had woke up early I moved to my room and started downloading songs. I must admit, the download speed is quite fast at this time. So download before the dawn loads.

As the first light appeared in the sky, I walked to my balcony and pulled out a book by Arun Shourie, quite an appealing book, but I'll spare the details about the book till I finish it. Right now I am sitting in my balcony, reading the book and I see two kids walking in soccer attire. Just a couple of days back, I remember, I saw them regularly going for cricket camp. The cricket part is obvious since India is a land of Crick-freaks. But then the uncanny phenomenon of the two kids going to soccer camp is something which we see during FIFA world cup only. A couple of days back the hockey craze could also be seen hovering the city. Of course it was ephemeral as well.

May be we should be thankful to our law that forbids an easy hand on guns, or else Abhinav Bindra's gold could have resulted in heavy casualties, with the kids aiming for the "Bull's eye". And the bull could be anyone. Or perhaps we should thank the sports ministry for not allowing formula 1 into India. I seriously don't want kids vrooming cars all around my house during the formula 1 season.

One thing is assured that except the game of cricket every other game is played as a matter of 'trend'. Sports is never taken as a serious matter by a large section of the society. With the 'worn out' ministers denying to give up their places as Henry the II of sports, how can we expect our country to move up in the medal tally! How can we expect us to qualify for the FIFA! How can we expect a non-cricket sportsperson that his life after retirement won't be as pathetic as that of hundreds of sportsperson today!

P.S.: The nightmare I had was quite disturbing. I saw my English teacher in my school's annual function. I couldn't figure out what was I doing there, or how I reached there.

As soon as I came out of the gate, I was in an unknown place. I started walking totally directionless when suddendly a herd of weird animals started chasing me. I still can't figure out what they were. They seemed like cross between zebras and hyenas. Whatever they were, but the part where I met my english teacher was the most petrifying.