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Monday, December 19, 2005

Where the streets have no traffic signals...

Actually, they do. But you always get the feeling they're some sort of festival decoration that hasnt been taken down.

I'm talking about Pune, of Osho and Shrewsbury biscuits.

No-one here has grasped the concept of Traffic Signals yet.

They know how to make cake that melts in your mouth and mithai that's out of this world, but they don't yet know that you're supposed to stop when that light at the side of the road turns RED (I'm not saying AMBER even). So when your light turns green, you think you can go, but no...you can't. And what's more, you are considered to be a complete freak if you actually stop for the light! Everyone behind you honks their head off till they get you thinking - does RED mean Stop? Or is it Go?

Someone should just take the old festival decoration down...

2 Comments:

  • Nice posts. Yep, its true - we Indians are a pack of geese on the roads, in more ways than the hand can count. Maybe it explains all the cult religions that spring up...
    I'm not advocating either the drink and drive or smoke and fly technique over here, but you have to admit, they are alternatives. Of course, if you had been to Bangalore a while ago, the correct technique would have been strip and swim.

    By Blogger kantankerous, at 5:06 AM  

  • Get that bum usedclothes to stop commenting man, his half-arsed comments are usually bigger than the blog entry.
    And oh, nice post :D

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:06 AM  

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