Well Do It Yourself is too a common phrase used for different meaning, but I brought this phrase close to my heart after I had been into my first roadrage..
My first road rage: Friday, January 18, 2013, 1900 hrs, Vasant Kunj
With: A girl! 26 yr, living in Vasant Kunj
What happened:
In middle of cacophony of traffic around 7pm at night, I was happily going back to home to catch up with my son, my biggest delight in a day after a separation of 12 hours, my reunion with my son is as two rabbits meet, we hop and dance. For those who have sat with me in my car, they know the decibels they have to consume with Punjabi music... so even that was regular that evening. What was also regular was that I was chatting with a friend who loves been pampered and I love pampering him... but I was checking my screen only i could see a long snarl.
I will Disappear...
This was probably my last chat message to my friend, when a saw a middle finger in the air from a car`s window... took me no time find that its for me... all possible way a young girl driving an old model corolla could sway her middle finger...All I was thinking was appearance of this car... coz on my right was a gentleman in a Honda City and a dilapidated bus on my left. I ignored her...and then she started the rage... she scraped my car twice and didn`t let me go... stopped my way in all possible ways... we both were on a speed of 60...all possible dirty maneuvering so that I could not be ahead her made me come close to centimeter distance with that black honda city... I apologised to the man by nodding my head...and he could understand what`s going on.
I was angry and furious as I didn`t know what wrong with that girl...I managed to parallel my car to hers` and rolled down my window... she did aswell and puke out all possible abusive words she knew...for a minute she didn`t stop...but i stopped and was shunned with the most abusive word a girl can stand #Slut. I was nervous, I was frozen after chasing her, a stream of tear and anguish is what I could only sense.
I wanted to talk to her
She flew away, but I stalled and was quite...all I did was noted her number before she flew away.I pinged my friend who I was chatting with about this...but he showed indifference which further blew my lids off... and I persisted that I wanted to talk to her.
Curbing Audacity
I will not get into details as to how I managed to reach to her... you know we #delhites are quite networked and doesn`t need the six degree connect. So I used one of my network to reach to her and met her mother and her dad, who is an ex-army professional.
Call it my audacity but I wanted to talk to that girl to know what outraged her so much that she got into in a road rage. Why couldn`t she not take the second choice?
DIY
Her parents were apologetic and regretful, they were scared if I will get deeper in this and will ask for car damages....But my intentions were different, that 26 yr girl is showing symptoms of her own damage and damaging the society at large with this behaviour. So hence... people DIY, believe in talking...
How Many Mouths Will I shut
My humble friend asked me "how many mouths will I shut" and answer is All. One`s dignity is in own hand... had I slept that night with the echo of word "Slut", I would have bruised my soul.
My first road rage: Friday, January 18, 2013, 1900 hrs, Vasant Kunj
With: A girl! 26 yr, living in Vasant Kunj
What happened:
In middle of cacophony of traffic around 7pm at night, I was happily going back to home to catch up with my son, my biggest delight in a day after a separation of 12 hours, my reunion with my son is as two rabbits meet, we hop and dance. For those who have sat with me in my car, they know the decibels they have to consume with Punjabi music... so even that was regular that evening. What was also regular was that I was chatting with a friend who loves been pampered and I love pampering him... but I was checking my screen only i could see a long snarl.
I will Disappear...
This was probably my last chat message to my friend, when a saw a middle finger in the air from a car`s window... took me no time find that its for me... all possible way a young girl driving an old model corolla could sway her middle finger...All I was thinking was appearance of this car... coz on my right was a gentleman in a Honda City and a dilapidated bus on my left. I ignored her...and then she started the rage... she scraped my car twice and didn`t let me go... stopped my way in all possible ways... we both were on a speed of 60...all possible dirty maneuvering so that I could not be ahead her made me come close to centimeter distance with that black honda city... I apologised to the man by nodding my head...and he could understand what`s going on.
I was angry and furious as I didn`t know what wrong with that girl...I managed to parallel my car to hers` and rolled down my window... she did aswell and puke out all possible abusive words she knew...for a minute she didn`t stop...but i stopped and was shunned with the most abusive word a girl can stand #Slut. I was nervous, I was frozen after chasing her, a stream of tear and anguish is what I could only sense.
I wanted to talk to her
She flew away, but I stalled and was quite...all I did was noted her number before she flew away.I pinged my friend who I was chatting with about this...but he showed indifference which further blew my lids off... and I persisted that I wanted to talk to her.
Curbing Audacity
I will not get into details as to how I managed to reach to her... you know we #delhites are quite networked and doesn`t need the six degree connect. So I used one of my network to reach to her and met her mother and her dad, who is an ex-army professional.
Call it my audacity but I wanted to talk to that girl to know what outraged her so much that she got into in a road rage. Why couldn`t she not take the second choice?
DIY
Her parents were apologetic and regretful, they were scared if I will get deeper in this and will ask for car damages....But my intentions were different, that 26 yr girl is showing symptoms of her own damage and damaging the society at large with this behaviour. So hence... people DIY, believe in talking...
How Many Mouths Will I shut
My humble friend asked me "how many mouths will I shut" and answer is All. One`s dignity is in own hand... had I slept that night with the echo of word "Slut", I would have bruised my soul.
I would like to know more about this...I mean more interesting nuances of the incident.
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