Driving to my former workplace was absolutely unbearable. The traffic was awful. Moreover, it was the prime location for public protests. During these demonstrations by the disgruntled populace, the traffic was either diverted to the side roads or completely blocked. Vehicles stood bumper to bumper for hours on end! This extended my already lengthy travel time. By the time I reached home I couldn't even stand straight owing to being cooped up in the car for what seemed like an eternity. A dire situation indeed!
The journey was also rather
momentous. Check posts, bridges, 7-8 traffic signals, hoards of rickshaws and
motorcycles, and a whole lot of exceptionally bad car drivers. Driving was a
stressful experience in such abysmal circumstances. I would curse other drivers
most of the time for their moronic driving. Pretty sure they would be doing the
same. I hit two or three motorcycles in the beginning, bumped into the cones
and spikes at the check post (damaging the car in the process), and got my
first “traffic violation” ticket on my birthday. It was a very minor violation,
something people do all the time but I guess it wasn't my lucky day. Infuriating
indeed!
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VVIP Movement was also a common
occurrence in that part of the city. Again, traffic was blocked for hours just
so His Excellency would enjoy a smooth run accompanied by numerous security
vehicles.
The last straw was when I crashed
my car into a squad car which was escorting some big shot’s son to school. There was quite a bit of damage. Very
perturbing! They finally paid up after dilly dallying for almost four months.
Presently, I am on a hiatus from
driving. Quite sure when I start again, I
wouldn't want to. My nerves are frayed!
We had two drivers in a span of ten months
before I started driving myself, and they got on our nerves. I thoroughly
disliked them. And, they were extremely lazy and high maintenance. One of them
used to rest in the basement of the office the whole day and then did the same
at home. Utmost sloth.
