Friday, May 20, 2011

The Car and the Carrier


How many of you have ever been victims of road rage in Delhi? Well, if you are a regular driver on the chaotic Delhi roads and prone to becoming a victim of this rage, I suggest you become a passive observer of the outrageous activities around you. Believe me, it’s fun! What amuses me is the attitude or body language of the driver perched pretty on his/her seat...Here are some of my observations:
1.      Women drivers...Well, most of them literally fall over the steering wheel while driving. Rarely will you see them sitting relaxed.
2.      Their backs become curved as the head juts out over the wheel and the legs stretch out to reach the accelerator-clutch-brake, just the small of the back in touch with the back of the seat.
3.      They mostly drive in the middle of the lanes. (trying to get the best of both sides..Or they are opportunists and change lanes at will.
4.      Men have cell phones in one hand and a cigarette in the other.(wonder how they balance –girlfriends and tensions)
5.      They turn their heads to look at their sides at traffic lights-if they see a lady, they sit up straight.
6.      A woman driver looks at the side, one look at the person behind wheels and another look at the model of the car. If the model is in any way inferior to the one she is driving, she turns up her nose and looks straight ahead.
7.      Men are driven by their cognitive domains and women, by their affective domains when it comes to overtaking.
8.      Few women drivers have a good spatial sense when it comes to parking their cars. They take ages to mentally fit in the car and thus hold up the traffic.
9.      If you happen to get caught in a jam and the lane next to you moves faster, the expressions of the drivers say it all... ‘Hey!slow-coach!crawl on...”
So,if you feel you are on the verge of becoming a victim of road rage,look around you and enjoy the comic relief!

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