driving is about style, about perfection, about decisions taken on time, which are true all over the world...
here in the desert land, it is to do with boisterousness also since every driver has massive egos, but sadly all fragile...
everybody is in a rush, as if by saving some mili-seconds they will win a gold, or the gas cartel will not happen by their being late... each one has to reach ahead of the others... where to, is not known...
when the entire city can be covered with sober driving in flat one hour thirty minutes, what the rush, the tearing hurry is all about only madmen know...
when entering B ring road from a service lane this morning, i swerved fast enough to keep safe distance from the four wheel behind me... the man got damn annoyed, crossed lanes, overtook me from the right and landed before me... held by the signal, he drove just ahead of me and in the next signal, while merging on C ring road, i cut fast into the first lane, while our man was on the second... he felt defeated and again did a repeat of what he had done earlier...
and let me tell you, he is not the one of his kind here...
The Hero’s Journey
3 days ago
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thats what I call typical kolkata ishtyle bawali...only that women still wont dare to offend such out here. keep goin & lemme know if u'r banged some day.
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