An Open Letter to the Bangalorean who Drives:
I have a question for you; A question I have been meaning to ask anybody who will listen.
How do you drive? More importantly, how do you sleep — knowing you drive like the way you do?
You hold no qualms for traffic rules, and go where and how you please.
You offer no respect for pedestrians, and treat them the same way you would while playing Carmegeddon — scum who deserve to be driven over.
You offer no courtesy to vehicles smaller than yours, pushing them off your path and the road — treating them like they are mere obstacles in your path.
All in all, you drive like you were in a cross-country rally (the roads being in line) on Devil’s own mission – to damage as many vehicle and human life as possible.
Shocked? Well, I hope at least some of us are.
I can’t help but wonder what has transpired in our social environment that has detached us from the ultimate value otherwise accorded to a human life. We have ‘learnt’ to treat other vehicles on the road as just that – machines, attaching no human significance to the people inside!
We blare our horns, shout the choicest of swear words, zip in-and-out of non-existent lanes, push anybody close and slow enough off the lane (better still the road), and still manage to take two hours to cover a 15-20 kilometer stretch!
Traffic Signals are a snarl, thanks not only to the bad road management of the authorities, but equally due to our utter contempt of traffic rules. 10 seconds after a signal turns red, we refuse to keep at bay, and try to squeeze through non-existent spaces.
And God forbid the day that the traffic policeman is not at his traditional post – for then it is a free-for-all, ain’t it? Except free would be a misnomer — stuck-for-all-eternity is more like it.
And this is exactly the way it was at 7:30 AM today at the BTM traffic signal. The traffic policeman was AWOL for 10-odd minutes that seemed like eternity. And there we were: Everybody trying to everywhere, when in fact nobody could move an inch for the next twenty minutes; Till the policeman returned to take control of the situation.
And this forced me to think out loud: Why are we like this? Have we lost all sense of civility? Have you an answer or a thought?