Re: Road rage confession Any normal day, before leaving home for college, I would sit in my car, offer my prayers to the Almighty, driver her carefully out of the garage, start the music player and leave. That day it was no different. I have to cross our town for a total of 5kms till I am out on the highways. While I am inside the town, I maintain a strict speed of 35-40kmph or below that. Reason? Heavy traffic at 9AM where everyone is busy and in a rush, and the engine temperature needle reaches the half mark till I am out in the highways.
Yes I don't put a heavy foot in the A pedal till the engine temperature reaches the half, mental satisfaction you may say. That day, 3 kilometers away from my home there was a heavy traffic jam. Some trucks had parked in an ill manner (they always do that) by the FCI godown and the traffic jam line was as long as 1 km. While the cars were maintaining discipline and were in a single line, moving slowly, one Tata Magic decided to break the formation and move ahead. Well as it was to happen, he got trapped thanks to the oncoming traffic. In a move to squeeze between one oncoming car and mine, he scratched his front bumper in my car.
Seeing this, my blood boiled and I got out of my car, ordered him to park his by the side and snatched his keys and pulled the driver down grabbing by his hands. Well even though he was at fault, he was arguing with me in one of the most stupidest ways possible. By his side were some local boys who were also known to the driver. And there was the owner of the Magic also, who was also arguing with me at the same way as his driver was. Things were escalating quickly when fortunately my sister in law who was also with me that day took matters in her hands. She came out of my car, asked me and the owner-driver duo to calm down and that the owner should meet my Dad so that the they can discuss the matter.
Reluctantly, he went ahead with the plan as he had no choice since I was threatening him to take the matter to the police. He paid a total sum of 1000 rupees to my dad for the dislocated bumper.
Well now, could the matter have escalated to a fist fight if my sister in law wouldn't have been with me that day? Of course. Could I have handled the matter in a more calm and cool way? Of course I could have. But that day even my limits snapped.
I have been driving to the college and back for the past 2 years; a total distance of 63 kilometers. In these two years of leaving home at 9AM and returning by 3:30PM, peak hours of traffic, all the traffic rule breaks, stopping vans in mid-road, turning without using the indicators and what-nots that these magic, cabbies and e-rickshaw walas generally do created a volcano inside my mind which just exploded that day.
I am a firm believer of the fact that you should depress the accelerator pedal keeping in mind the horsepower that your car has. But who would teach these fools when they race their 16 bhp taxis against Scorpios and Safaris?
Last edited by ampere : 30th April 2018 at 06:49.
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