blr road tales – one
Everyone is heard of suicide bombers these days. Thanks to the apt attention they get in the media. At the same time there is a smaller subset of folks who neither get much attention in any publicity stunt nor have their ‘inspiration’ soaring high enough.
These are the folks whom would you meet every day if you are riding on blr roads. These are the suicide riders. An entirely fresh new breed beaming with highest level of stupidity. Yes, anticipation is the key and all that jazz is fine. Truth is either you hit me or you are hit, end result is the same. I ain’t gonna cry and neeli ain’t no nice one.
one of the side effect of the encounter is that you forget the shopping list you are making en route, when an immediate need arises for effective use of the ‘french’ language skills.