traffic while driving is different

I went with a coworker to one of the centers today in her car. As we drove down one of the main roads, there was a motorcycle with two people and four three goats. She said that this is what I should be telling my friends about in the US. I should take pictures of that stuff. I should start carrying around my camera again. This also made me realize how accustomed to random bits of craziness around here. I’m nervous I’m going to get used to the traffic a bit as well. That might not be such a bad thing. Traffic is bad when you’re in a rickshaw, in a bus, and seems almost inconsequential when you’re in a car. On a bike (aka motorcycle), driving a bike is completely different. My nerves stay in a shaken state for a good ten minutes after I get off the bike. The amount of vehicles on the road is astounding. During off peak hours there is only a flashing yellow light and people just have to slow down and see what happens. I usually just hide next to a car. If there’s no car I’m very slow. The only problem is that sometimes I get nervous shifting and unfortunately I stall the bike. The most that happens are some frustrated drivers behind me who happen to honk a lot. This isn’t anything out of the normal though. Everyone honks for the sake of honking here; sometimes they just honk, there doesn’t need to be anyone within 15 feet of them. I don’t let any of it phase me, which I think is a good thing.
This week begins the hip-hop capoeira fusion classes. There is a dance studio where I will hopefully begin teaching in a month or two. First, we’re doing a hip-hop capoeira 8-week workshop. Then hopefully I’ll start teaching capoeira there. For the next two weeks though we’re just doing rehearsals in the evening. I get to teach hip-hop instructors. It’s interesting.
This morning someone got a phone call that the daughter of someone they knew had met with an accident. She was 19 years old and she passed away. A bus hit her. It’s always hard to return to work once news like that hits. I’ve spoken to a few people about the population here and the general consensus has been that because there are so many people, life seems a bit more expendable. The population is so huge, hearing about a death is almost normal. It doesn’t make it less sad, but I think people hear and see it so much more often that it becomes something they’ve adapted to. How many deaths does it take, in how much time, for one to not become phased by it anymore?
My quest for a new apartment is not over. Today I saw the first affordable, decent flat. It isn’t in my current neighborhood, but it’s central. It would be with two other girls who seem pretty cool. I’m almost tempted to just take it but my friend wants me to check out a few more places closer to where I am now. Looking for places is so exhausting!
Speaking of which, my bed is calling my name, my internet cut out, and I have yet another long, long day tomorrow.

    • Naveen
    • March 24th, 2011

    One really needs to develop his/her sixth sense, to survive on the Indian roads !

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