the road not taken

When i read this poem by Robert Frost, i never even imagined that one day it would be a title for a blog post that would be describing my experience in driving in India.

but seriously, it really is a road that i have never taken. You see, i got my drivers license in india, mangalore to be precise, 10 years back. and i drove in mangalore when i was learning to drive with my driving instructor.

after that, never drove in this country of mine where driving is more of an art than a science. and now, after driving in countries where people follow rules, to drive in chennai is like really a road not taken!!!

when i started last evening, i was constantly watching all 3 mirrors, sitting at the edge of my seat trying to figure out where my car starts and ends and like sweating so much with my ac on that i was drenched when i reached home.

this morning i learnt my first lesson, mirrors are not for indians.. so there u go.. stopped looking at them. I put my music full blast on, wear my seat belt (habit!!!) and then go straight and honk enough to get the guy in front of me to let me pass and ignore the honks i get at the back.. that seems to work.. so there u go.. the road not taken is not that bad after all.. but i think its gonna take me a while to get used to driving in this chaos.