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Road Rage - LBC Post

This week's Loose Bloggers' Consortium topic is ROAD RAGE and it was suggested by our intrepid blogger from Chennai, Padmini, who unfortunately for us, is taking a sabbatical from our group at present.  The LBC bloggers are all listed in my sidebar and if any visitor to this blog clicks on any of the links there, you'll probably see a post on the same topic as I've written on, ROAD RAGE.  If you feel brave enough, click on the links and check them out....

Road rage is that peculiar phenomenon where you go mad on the road because of heavy traffic.  At least I think it is.  Apparently, the phrase was coined as a lot of people experienced it and committed crimes when they were otherwise law abiding citizens.

I learnt to drive years ago in Ireland.  That is to say, I took lessons.  I never took a driving test.  And since coming to India, I haven't yet sat behind a wheel. Is it a matter of confidence,or rather the lack of confidence?  Maybe. My kids hate the fact that I don't drive and let me know frequently enough about it.To the best of my knowledge, the traffic in India can get pretty wild at times, so maybe that's putting me off.

But when you can call up a taxi (like the autorickshaws shown in the photo above), why would you drive?  One of those, with a driver and you're good to go.  No, no road rage for me.

Have to go now friends, my autorickshaw is coming for me.   I've been summoned by the headmistress of my daughter's school, on a technicality.  Catch you later.

Photo courtesy of iStock

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  1. I hope everything is OK at school.

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  2. Ah, school bureaucracy at it's most absurd, Grannymar. Because report cards are not issued to the students because many of them hide 'em from their parents, we are called at a particular time and date to review the progress of the kids. Back home in Ireland, we brought our school reports home and that was it.

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  3. We share that in common. The autorickshaw I mean. I rarely drive into town now a days.

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  4. I don't drive here in China. The traffic is just too crazy for me here!

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  5. I drive daily--long! Your style looks good to me. I'd love the chance to commute to work without having to think! C

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