A Sigh of Relief & I saw a UBO!

What a day!

I shall write about that which carries more public importance.

But first, thank you for all your support guys and gals. You know who you are and why. Truly means a lot!

Special thanks to Zubin, who left his family's business exhibition of jewellery to come and help me out in my time of need. God bless you man!

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As for the social message, I never thought I'd actually ‘hear’ the Ceat style idiots on the street. Remember those adverts? If you feel watching inconsiderate road users is bad, think again. The streets are sure filled with them. But this was a new level of inanity indeed.

On my way back home in a rickshaw, we stopped at a packed signal. A 20-something motorcyclist with a pillion started to honk on their roughly 6 month old bike. Located just behind us, both males lacked the basic protection of a helmet. He started to sound the horn repeatedly while the vehicles didn’t have space to even move a couple of inches.

He did it once, twice! Third time and my rickshaw driver decided to check who they were as he thought they could be his friends.

Sadly, the silliness continued. Clearly they were strangers. The honking started to get to me now. I looked behind, once. He stopped and looked away. I turned my head in. He started the ludicrous behaviour again. Once more I looked behind to find that it stopped and his eyes did not dare to meet my line of sight.

And yes, you guessed it. The insane thing happened again. That was it! I turned behind and politely asked, “Is it you who is honking?”

Idiot 1: Yes.

Me: Why? Don’t you see there’s no space to move and that it’s a red light?

Idiot 1: But I didn’t say anything to the rickshaw driver!

Me: But there’s no point for the honking!

Idiot 1: What’s your problem with it huh? I was sounding the horn for time-pass.

I was still trying to process the level of stupidity behind that statement when in a few seconds the light went green and we got a move on. A few metres later, the freely moving early evening breeze cooled my head and I thought let’s capture these idiots on digital film. I tracked them through the rear window of the small wheeled public transport and took the shots as they passed by.

Idiot 2: Hahn, kheencho photo! (Aah yes, click our picture.)

Me: Yes!*grinning*

Idiot 1: *Hurling what looked like an abusive expression from his eyes.*

Me: *Showed them the finger* (My honest naive mistake)

They were now trailing behind a bit. As they caught up in the next few seconds,

Idiot 1: Shove it up your arse!(in Hindi slang of course.)

Me: *Smiling*

We had stopped at the next signal. The rider by then was noticeably aggravated. He was a couple vehicles away, towards our left and tried to get off the bike. He unmasked his face and tried to pick a fight by asking me to alight.

Now why would anyone in his sane mind obey this request?

Karma was apparently in my favour, so we drove off as the signal turned green at an opportune moment. I was a tad scared. I admit. I’m not very intimidating in appearance, you see. But I will give you this. I know how to face the music.

All this while, the splendid driver was always on my side or in front rather.J We were laughing at their antics and discussing how crippled their statements and behaviour came across to us.

Now having ridden motorcycles for more than a decade and aware of a rickshaw’s basic capabilities, I instructed my driver friend to take a popular detour. I figured since the guys got down at the previous signal, they might not reach us. Karma was still with me for they couldn’t manage to come close, or probably just gave up.

I later tipped the driver generously since he kept me good company and more seriously, out of a possible confrontation. We had talked about how people need to first correct their own bad habits before correcting those of the government. This goes for me too obviously. Also we voiced off our notions of the importance for those with the knowledge to correct such wrongdoers the moment they commit the crime in order for the lesson to sink in. Whether they buy into it or not is a different issue.

Like this one time a passenger in a three wheeler threw some litter out just in front of me on my scooter. I matched pace with the vehicle and told him ‘Garbage is meant to be thrown into a dustbin. Would you do the same in your own house?’ Unless I take the initiative, it is wrong to keep blaming the nation’s governors.

These two though were beyond my understanding of the word asshole. I just could not comprehend what species I had crossed paths with. It wasn’t an animal and certainly not a thinking mammal. I guess they were aliens. Does anyone have the number to the Pentagon? I want to report a UBO sighting. ‘Unidentified Brainless Object.’