Bangalore traffic! You zig and zag, You create a drag. Sometimes You flow like river rushing downhill revving engines sub for melting snow, and there’s no dam to hold you in, not even the traffic light. At other times, you’re a machine with revolting parts, each with its own brain, each talking, no one listening, … Continue reading Ode to Bangalore Traffic
Bangalore traffic! You zig and zag, You create a drag. Sometimes You flow like river rushing downhill revving engines sub for melting snow, and there’s no dam to hold you in, not even the traffic light. At other times, you’re a machine with revolting parts, each with its own brain, each talking, no one listening, … Continue reading Ode to Bangalore Traffic
Swerve left Swerve right. Swerve left swerve right. Imagine our roads as circuits in a video game, and the shortest path to your destination is never a straight line, nor a curve. It's a series of segments, each taking off where the last one stopped, taking off without a firm handshake, like it had to … Continue reading Highway Hunt
Just another day to scurry back home. Like ants, we keep our heads down and follow the trail. Wrapped in the metal armour of cars and buses, our ears filter out noise like the shutter of a camera, and still fail, as the pinpricks on the road perforate eardrums and transform them into sieves. No … Continue reading Sound logic
मेरे घर क आस पास कई गलियाँ खोदी गई हैं आंत खींचकर बाहर रख दी है मज़दूरों ने| रास्ते ऐसे सिकुड़ गए हैं जैसे गला दबा रहा है कोई इनका, प्रशासन ही है शायद| मिट्टी की ढेरों के बीच कभी कभी जब टैक्सी चलती है GPS भी कहता है, 'भाई, कितने चक्कर लगवाओगे आज? … Continue reading मेरे घर क आस पास कई गलियाँ खोदी गई हैं
I'm at the junction where Queens road meets MG Road meets Kasturba Road meets chaos and cacophony. Ten seconds till the lights go green, Enough time for candy floss sellers to wriggle between cars, and thrust their garish pink wares arranged radially on a towering wooden pole at passengers shielded by glass panes in AC … Continue reading Traffic lights, hawkers and cavities
Dear motorist who drove past me, almost scraping my skin. Do you see the road as a plain sheet devoid of traffic? Does a cyclist seem to you a dot you can shrink further into nothing? Do you think you cause no damage when you force me off the road or drown me with your … Continue reading Dear motorist
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