Freaks! Total Freaks!

Give me the chance and I'll rain philosophies today. But what harm have you done? I'll spare you.

Anyways, getting to more happening news, I've been among the accidents these days, that is within a span of 2 days. One of my own and one of my roommate(he shares my name), and they happened on different days - so you know we did not knock each other off. Thankfully though, we escaped with little damage to self. I was luckier, my bike is in fine condition - only a broken rearview mirror, a displaced dome and a small scratch on the engine cover. And I had what we call in Tamil, "Dumb Bruises" - now that means bruises that are not seen from outside the skin - like a dent on the bone, and a breached ego. I have had a record of NO ACCIDENTS in the past nine years of my adventures on the road. But I also understand, the commentators these days taught me just too well - records are meant to be broken.

And my roommate, poor soul, had his skin peeled off his right ankle. Thats all the damage he sustained, but I can assure you that abration is far too annoying than cricks.(Incidentally, in my previous accident, I sustained both).

Now to the cliche - it was not our faults. No smirks please.

1. What would you do when you go at a neckbreaking speed of 45 Kilometers per hour, and an autorickshaw is breezing past you on your right at a perfectly safe speed of around 45 Lightyears per second, and his almost 50 year old brain divines that you are working for a terrorist organization that is bent of abolishing the disgusting race called autowalas, and decides to knock you off for good and flings on you under the pretext of avoiding a manhole, and successfully foils your ploy of genocide of the disgusting race I was mentioning about?
You'd fall and sustain injuries.

2. What would you do if you were riding a Bajaj Pulsar at around 50 kmph, trying hard to stop your hat from flying off because of the breeze, and three perfectly sane people come on a Bajaj Chethak, tripling at around 60 kmph, and the one sitting last flicks (and takes) your hat and makes a fool out of you and they ride faster now and try to escape with the prank (you and the threesome have no prior issues to settle) ?
My roommate decided to salvage the hat and some pride, and to prove that Pulsar is a better model from Bajaj's stable. And with a rush of adrenaline, he zoomed not noticing a layer of fine sand just round the corner. Result : Skids at a speed of 80 kmph, jumps off the bike to save himself and in the process has his skin peeled off when he hit the road. And ends up with a bike that looked like it had just been knocked out by Cassius Clay - an estimate of Rs.2000 for the vehicle's plastic surgery.

At Hyderabad, expect insanity. People (read FREAKS) indulge in it. Everything is part of the road here, even your back. Traffic here is so bad, if you see a pedestrian, all probability that he is just a rider in a hurry. And as a friend said, the only way to change lanes here at rush hour, is to buy the car thats running beside you.
Incidentally (and SO matter-of-factly), "Traffic In Hyderabad" also anagrams into : "Far Cry! If in, Bad Death!". Also "Carry Faith! Fined Bad!". Now thats what I call Irony!

Its late now, and I have to rush home. And I am taking my bike. Pray for me.