August 6, 2014 Leave a comment
So, it looks like I have driven more km (or miles, if you prefer) in the US than in India. What does that deserve a mention, you wonder!
– I have been a sole owner of a car in India for last 2 years.
– Time I have spent in the US with a car, till date, is just around 2 months.
And I have not been going for road trips in the US every possible weekend. It was just a couple of times.
Since the first time I drove in the US, every time I find myself in middle of a discussion about “Driving in the US after driving in India”, almost everyone disagrees when I say- “It’s pretty easy. Just follow the rules and the signs on the roads.” (Please excuse the bad statement construction.)
But I still stand by that. Back home, I have to continuously guess which direction the car/bike/truck/bus/auto-rickshaw in front, on the left or on the right wants to go (and multiply that with the number of vehicles around), where a pedestrian might jump out from, what exactly does the vehicle behind want to communicate by that loud, continuous horn when there is a stop traffic signal and it goes on. Information processing taken to its limit!
Chandigarh was relatively better in these and some more aspects (but that’s an exception, not a norm). In Hyderabad, there are no potholes, but the sheer number and sizes of speed-breakers make up for that.
Worry not, am not fuming at the status in India. I will continue to drive there, still a little defensive may be. The fact that I haven’t have had even a brush with another vehicle or person on the road acts as a motivation and a confidence booster.
Just that, I have a huge respect for the people- friends, family, strangers- who drive safely in India, without cursing, without faltering, with good control. I now understand how much effort it requires.
The point of this post was to self-applaud for safe driving and wish myself- Happy driving, in many more places and for many more miles!
P.S. My flatmate told me last week that car back home has a flat tire et al. Looks like someone (/thing) is unhappy with me.