7 vehicles that annoy RE rider the most


Now, I know it is not the machine but the man who is at flaw. But it’s been years of driving and riding and walking on the road, I have found this pattern in multiple cities. Certain vehicles have a similar way of plying.

While commuting, I start with a peaceful and calm mind, by the time I reach my destination, I feel like beating the shit out of few people.

Now, Disclaimer – These are personal views and may differ but we will care about your views in your own blog. ROFL! #JustKidding but seriously, laugh rather than burning your blood. (Read Hindi – Khoon na jalaa, paani pi, hass de veere)

So, here is the list –

  1. Autos – This is known to all like a universal fact. Right? Remember, when we were kids, teachers used to tell us that sun and earth is star and planet respectively; human body has 70% water or India is a country. In the same way, ask anyone on the road and autos would be the first thing they will quote. I have never seen any of them driving properly. None!! Across India! They are all same. As if they all go to the same school where they are taught “how not to drive on roads”general_happybirthday
  2. Avengers & 100 cc bikes – Nice bike and fine ride but it becomes annoying when the person sitting on it becomes a dickhead and feels he is riding an Enfield and starts riding faster than you to seek attention. It starts to annoy. Then comes those assholes on 100 cc bikes who ride as if their ass is on fire and they are running to find water. No rear view mirrors and god knows when did they use an indicator the last time!                                                                                    New folder (2)
  3. Wagon R – If anyone on road is in most hurry, it is these guys who drive Wagon R. Yes, I know your previous vehicle was a two-wheeler and first car you bought was this shitty box on wheels (one of the most ugliest car) but that doesn’t mean you will try to put in between 2 vehicles like you used to do with your scooter or 100 cc bike. Common, it’s a 4 wheeler, ride responsibly. Give way when you are driving slow and someone is honking. And worst part is when you drive fast on a highway trying to race with I-don’t-know-who, that shit box will overturn. It’s not made for speed. And pls get those rear view mirrors and use them.7ribandar.jpeg-660x330
  4. Government buses – Go to any city –> Delhi, Bombay, Bangalore, Chennai or Kolkata. After Autos, these guys are a pain in the butt. These sons of whatever guns never drive in the left most lane dedicated for them, never look before changing lanes, are always facing breakdowns which lead to massive jams and speed in the most rash manner. Agreed? Coz I don’t have words to explain! Already annoyed.
  5. Tavera / Eeco / Sumo (CABS) –  Just like WagonR, if anyone else is in a hurry are the BPO/IT Cabs. And worst are the people sitting inside who don’t fuckin utter a word. Do I need to say more? I am already annoyed!
  6. XUV 500 – These are still bearable and not all are idiots. But, 70% I have had an encounter with, are douches. Their first car was WagonR so you can imagine how they drive. I don’t know how and why they think they are the owners of the road. Live young? Sure, do that but at least drive like an adult.
  7. White Car|Black Windows|Broken but Loud bass tube/woofer with shitty music – Yes, I know that you know that whom I am talking about. All the dickheads who have a political connection (Real & Pseudo both) are a prone to life on road. The shittiest music possible and at least 7 people in a 5 seater car. They are a threat and I have not seen even a single one being slapped a challan by police.

 

So, what do you think about my list? If you have any more vehicles in mind, do comment below. Or, if you want tot share any story that I can write upon as an inspiration, do share your thought.

And till then, think about it… If I offended you, think about it.. Why I did?

Ride/Drive safe.. Enjoy the road not someone’s blood. Value it.

 

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Memoirs of an Outcast


At daybreak, I was sitting in my office bus and whilst commuting, I had my earphones plugged in with “Riders on the Storm” playing. I was furthermore reading a newspaper. There was a moment when I was lost. It was suffocating and worse part was, that I was not able to recognize the feeling.

While looking out of the window, motorists going past, green patches rolling in front of my eyes and people going past made me bear in mind one thing. I was not able to relate to even one damn human. Like I was stuck in the null void and spending whole life here is inevitable. There are a lot of notions that rotate around us. The most common is when we do not have anyone in our life to understand what we really are.
On the other front, mates tell me, one has to find the person inside oneself, but the other side of coin is bound to pursue; that is to take oneself out of the equation. One has to stay away from everyone else and keep a distance from the worldly affairs in order to be able to understand oneself and be happy.

There are a lot of queries that keep flowing in the nerves of our brain and keep hitting the cells and tissues which have thinking power.
Why every bad thing happens to me? Why am I stuck in this? What was my mistake? What wrong did I do?

We always have questions to our personal issues while we do not realize that the answers depend on our connection with rest of the world.
Every query has “ME” or “I” in it; my question is how many of your questions are not related to the world that lies outside your soul or body?
This is the first question that you need to find an answer to.

Think about it….

It happens only in India…


Ever wondered what it takes to be Indian… Why are we similar to rest of the world yet so different.. Below is a news that initially startled me but then I thought, this is what we are famous for… ENDURANCE and WILL POWER….

We face a lot of things everyday, right from our Bed {where everyone wants us to wake up} to the government issue {where nobody wants to wake up}. The news I am sharing today might feel funny to you but it is alarming actually… Just a thought…  So what happen was, the story is about a city named Ulhasnagar near Pune.

 A pregnant woman was forced to deliver her baby in an autorickshaw in the middle of the road after it got stuck in a pothole at Ulhasnagar, late on Thursday night.

Pothole forces woman into labour; baby delivered right there
At around 10 pm on Thursday, 24-year-old Sangeeta Dinesh Salve, a resident of Vadalgaon, Ulhasnagar, went into labour. She immediately hired an autorickshaw to go to the hospital, accompanied by her sister-in-law Asha. On the way to the hospital, the autorickshaw drove into a pothole and got stuck. The impact from the pothole jerked Salve forward and she had no choice but to give birth to a baby boy on the spot. The rickshaw driver then rushed her and the new-born baby to a government-run hospital at Ulhasnagar-4, where she was immediately admitted. Both Salve and her child were declared safe after admission.
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“We were initially shocked and afraid for the mother and child’s safety, but all is well,” said Pramod Dalvi, a social worker who helped the mother during admission.
Amazingly, this is not the first time such an incident has taken place. An incident under similar circumstances occurred last year in Ulhasnagar as well.
Despite the Ulhasnagar Municipal Council spending more than Rs. 4 crore before the monsoons to improve the condition of the city roads, these potholes continue to exist.
Pothole babies
Last October, MiD DAY reported the story of Rekha Chaudhari, an Ulhasnagar resident who gave birth under a similar setting.
On the way to the hospital, the rickshaw that Chaudhari was travelling in went on a particularly bumpy stretch of road, full of potholes. Each jerk built up pressure inside her womb, and she gave birth to a baby girl en route.

You might be laughing a little bit, you should actually!! I Did.. But then I thought WTF!! This is insane at a particular level…Right??

Think about it……

India’s tobacco girls..


Five-year-old Aliya thinks it is some kind of a game she must soon master to be a winner. From the time she wakes up and until she goes to bed, Aliya watches her mother and all the girls and women in her neighbourhood consumed in a frantic race. They all make beedis, the traditional hand-rolled Indian cigarettes.

For each beedi, the roller painstakingly places tobacco inside a dried leaf sourced from a local ebony tree; tightly rolls and secures it with a thread; and then closes the tips using a sharp knife.

Five year old Aliya practicing rolling beedis
Five-year-old Aliya has already begun training to roll beedis. Working between 10 and 14 hours a day, Aliya’s mother and others must roll at least a 1,000 beedis each, to earn a paltry sum of less than $2 (£1.28) paid by the middleman. The beedi manufacturers, however, make billions of dollars.

The rolled beedis are taken to the warehouses of large manufacturers where they are packaged and sold in the market for a much higher price. The beedi is hugely popular and makes for nearly half of India’s entire tobacco market.

Human robots

In Aliya’s town of Kadiri in Andhra Pradesh alone, hundreds of families have for generations relied on beedi rolling as their only means of survival.

A pair of hands damaged by continuous beedi rolling
The skin on the fingertips of the beedi-rollers gets thinner. The labyrinthine, congested lanes of the Kadiri slums are home to an assembly line of humans functioning like robots. Young girls and women sit out in the open, rocking back and forth, appearing entranced. Many have developed odd muscular motions as they push their work speed to the edge of human limits. “The pressure to keep up with the speed and meet the target is so intense that many skip their meals and even avoid drinking water so they do not need to go to the toilet,” says Shanu, a community volunteer. Almost all beedi workers in Kadiri, like in the other beedi manufacturing areas of India, are female and a large number of them are young girls.

‘Nimble fingers’

Aliya has already started her lessons and is practising rolling beedis using cuttings of plain paper. “I want to roll beedis and give the money I earn to my mother,” she says. A study released nearly three years ago estimated that a shocking number of more than 1.7 million children worked in India’s beedi rolling industry.Children are knowingly engaged by manufacturers who believe that their nimble fingers are more adept at rolling cigarettes.

11-year-old Salma with beedis she has rolled
Salma has jaundice but she still rolls 1,500 beedis a day. Under Indian law, beedi rolling is defined as hazardous work. But there is a loophole which allows children, who assist their parents in their work, to be kept out of the purview of the law. “Formally, it is the women who take the orders from the contractors. However, given the pressures these women face in terms of delivering, invariably children, mainly girls, get pulled into this to support their families in beedi rolling,” says Anita Kumar of Plan India.As part of its global campaign “Because I am Girl”, the child rights’ organisation has started a programme focused on the girl child labour in Andhra Pradesh, including girls involved in beedi making. The project will impact 1,500 girls over three years. “We are aiming to create a model by working with communities and the local government structures, ensuring that children are prevented from falling into this cycle of labour,” Ms Kumar says. From unhealthy living conditions to exploitative wages, slave-like working conditions and severe health consequences – the situation of beedi workers involves violation of their fundamental rights and freedoms on many levels. A majority of the girls are pulled out of school by the time they complete primary school to support their families’ incomes. Youngest among four siblings, 11-year-old Salma dropped out of school last year. “I wanted to continue going to school but we are very poor and have been struggling to pay the rent,” she says as she struggles to draw a breath.

Salma is suffering from jaundice and is so frail she can barely sit straight. Yet, she is tasked with rolling up to 1,500 beedis a day to support her family. She is in dire need of medical attention, but visiting the local hospital means a day off work due to long queues and a day’s wage in transport. Her parents cannot afford either.

‘No protection’

Baby in lap of mother as she rolls beedis
The adverse health impact of beedi work is visible on all age groups. The adverse health impact on beedi workers is visible on all age groups. Continuous beedi rolling leads to absorption of high doses of nicotine directly through the skin. The skin on the children’s fingertips begins to thin progressively, and by the time they reach their 40s they cannot roll cigarettes any more. The worst thing for beedi workers is the feeling that there is no protection, no welfare, no state support.In summer as the temperatures reach 45C, streets in Kadiri are engulfed in a stifling cloud of tobacco dust as infants play among heaps of tobacco leaves. Covered in a pool of sweat, young girls roll beedis with their eyes transfixed on their tobacco tray. Older women, who cannot roll any more, help with trimming the ebony leaves.

The work continues until late in the night just to secure the next day’s meal and to keep a roof above the head.