INDIA JOKES
DRIVING IN INDIA
Driving Hints for Newcomers to India
For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry
visiting India and daring to drive on Indian roads, I am offering a
few hints for survival. They are applicable to every place in India
except Bihar, where life outside a vehicle is only marginally safer.
Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where
you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance
company. The hints are as follows:
1. Do we
drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is "both".
Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In
that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied.
Then proceed by occupying the next available gap,as in chess.
2. Just trust
your instincts, ascertain the direction,and proceed.Adherence to road rules
leads to much misery and occasional fatality.
3. Most
drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the intended
direction. Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself.
Except for a belief in reincarnation, the other drivers are not in any
better position.
4. Don't stop
at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road.
You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back. Pedestrians have
been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or had come
to a dead stop because some minister is in town.Still some idiot may try to wade
across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.
5. Blowing
your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy,
resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts), or,
just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the street or market.
6. Keep
informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during
traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waiting for the
rain waters to recede when
overground traffic meets underground drainage.
7. Night
driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience (for those with the
mental makeup of Genghis Khan). in a way,it is like playing Russian
roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks
like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed
record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field
adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes. Our roads do not have
shoulders, but occasional boulders.Do not blink your lights expecting
reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and
the
peg of illicit arrack he has had at the last stop, his total
cerebral functions add up to little more than a nought. Truck drivers are the
James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may
encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground.
This is not a super motor-bike, but a truck approaching you with a single light
on,usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never
get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously.
Of course, all this occurs at night, on the trunk roads.
8. During the
daytime, trucks are more visible, except that the drivers will never show
any signal. (And you must watch for the absent signals they are a greater
threat.) Only, you will often observe that the cleaner
that sits next to the driver, will project his hand and wave hysterically. This
is definitely not to be construed as a signal for a left turn.
The waving is just an expression of physical relief on a hot
day. Occasionally you might see what looks like an UFO with blinking colored
lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated
bus,full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. This pilgrims go
at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting
with success.
Unique to Indian traffic:
Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi) - the
result of a collision between a rickshaw and an automobile, this
three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on
a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote.This triangular vehicle carries iron
rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at
an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations,children are
folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the
periphery are not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school
bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so that minor
collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of
course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn
Newton's laws of motion en route to school. Auto-rickshaw drivers follow
the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to
irritate.
Mopeds - The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes
noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of
petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road
are too rough for a ride,the moped drivers tend to drive in
the middle of the road; they would rather drive under heavier
vehicles instead of around them and are often
"mopped" off the tarmac.
Leaning Tower of Passes - Most bus
passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute
mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who
in turn hang
off the railings, and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws
of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers
get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kilogram of passenger),
no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a
width of three passengers.
One-Way Street - These boards are put
up by traffic people to add jest in their otherwise drab lives.
Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical
terms, it
means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as
you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type.
Lest I sound hypercritical, I must add a positive point also.Rash and fast
driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a "speed
breaker"; two for each house.This mound, incidentally, covers the
water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred for easy
identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover
the pipe for year-end accounting.
If, after all this, you still want to drive in India, have your lessons between
8 pm and 11 am--when the police have gone home. The citizen is then free to
enjoy the "freedom of speed" enshrined in our constitution.
Sindhi Special
What do you call :
A god fearing Sindhi? Bhagwandas Godwani
A Sindhi painter? Sadarangani
A Sindhi who falls from the 1st floor? Thadani
A Sindhi who falls from the 10th floor? Kriplani
A Sindhi who falls from the 25th floor? Marjani
A communist Sindhi? Karl Lalwani
A Muslim Sindhi? Lalloo Katwani
A Sindhi chef? Papadmull Kukreja
A Sindhi electrician? Voltram Bijlani
A fashionable Sindhi? Jogio Armani
A Sindhi milkman? Gopal Dudeja
A heroic Sindhi soldier? Hiroo Sipahimalani
A Sindhi pest control contractor? Khatmull Marwani
A Sindhi stripper working in New York? Barbra Jhangiani
A Sindhi casanova? Prem Kissinchandani
A Sindhi fire-engine? Bhambhani
A Sindhi detergent? Neelam Rindani
A Sindhi postman? Mailwani
A forgetful Sindhi? Bulo Bhulchandani
A fashionable Sindhi? Primlani
A fat Sindhi? Hathiramani
A Sindhi fly? Makhija
A downtrodden Sindhi? Nichani
A corrupt Sindhi? Chaipani
ABCD
We all must have heard of ABCD=American Born Confused Desi...
But How about an ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ =
American Born Confused Desi Emigrated From Gujarat Housed In Jersey Keeping
Lotsa Motels Named Omkarnath Patel Quickly Reached Success Through Underhanded
Vicious Ways Xenophobic Yet Zestful
Japan fast India very fast
There was a Japanese man who went to India for sightseeing. On the last day, he
hired a cab and told the driver to drive to the Airport. During the journey, a
Honda drove past the taxi. Thereupon, the man leaned out of the window excitedly
and yelled, "Honda, very fast! Made in Japan ! ! ! . After a while, a
Toyota sped past the taxi, again, the Japanese man leaned out of the window and
yelled, "Toyota, very fast! Made in Japan!" And then a Mitsubishi sped
past the taxi. For the third time, the Japanese leaned out of the window and
yelled, "Mitsubishi, very fast! Made in Japan!" The driver was a
little angry, but he kept quiet. And this went on for quitea number of
cars.Finally, the taxi came to the airport. The fare was 800 rupees. !!!!The
Japanese exclaimed, "What??... so expensive!" There upon, the driver
yelled back,
"Meter, Made in India VERY VERY FAST !!!!!"
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