Jaane bhi do
After I got mails from so many of you asking about his 'well being', I decided to hang around his dhabha for some more calmness tricks.Updated: Sep 15, 2008 17:00 IST
Pappu Singh is back on popular demand. After I got mails from so many of you asking about his 'well being', I decided to hang around his dhabha for some more calmness tricks. And it worked, albeit three visits and tonnes of seekh kebabs later. Chaddha ji, in his fancy Chevrolet Optra was zooming in at 80km/hr from the left, Mrs Bhatia had taken out her wagon-R for a stroll and was coming lazily from the right.
The cars were nicely passing each other in front of Pappu Singh's dhaba when they suddenly decided to kiss (the cars, you one-track minds!). Screech and BANG. Pappu Singh jumped over his counter and ran towards them, so did all true Indians who can't stay away from an interesting fight. The two drivers didn't need help, they were not really injured. Even the cars luckily suffered mild injuries in the form of dislodged bumpers. But it was a sight to watch.
Chaddha ji was screaming his lungs out, cursing all the women drivers in the world. Mrs Bhatia's face was red with rage as she furiously punched on her cellphone. In no time her husband arrived on the scene, howling and threatening Chaddha ji of dire consequences. Public quickly decided whose side were they on and started giving expert advice on how the accident could've been avoided.
Amidst rising BP on both sides, Pappu Singh decided to head back to his dhaba and got back with two chilled soft drinks. Handing one each to Chaddha ji and the Bhatias, he said 'complimentary hai ji, pata nahi kitni der all ladhna parhe (it's complimentary, who knows how long you plan to fight). Someone from the crowd sheepishly grinned and asked, " don't the audience get to have them too?" Soon the crowd withered away as Mrs Bhatia was heard saying, "Someday I'll die of heart attack on the road only". "Chhodo ji, jaane do (let it go)," is all Pappu Singh smilingly said.
Road rage is a passion with delhiites. Since most of us belong to a generation that didn't get a chance to protect our Country in a war, we have take to protecting our cars with the same zeal and ferocity. We will drive bumper-to-bumper on the crowded delhi roads but if another vehicle even touches ours by a fraction, some devil in us takes over and we are ready to kill.
The stress of driving while always fearing a situation like above is taking a toll on the mental peace big time. Three days back in Punjabi Bagh, a Punjabi businessman (who else !!) beat a blue line driver to death when the bus damaged his car's rear view mirror. The cars can be repaired in the garage. A life can't be brought back, no matter how much we regret later. I really don't know what calmness trick to give you this week. Maybe it's just what Pappu Singh said…Jaane do yaar.
Sonal Kalra's driver drives the car with one hand. His other hand is usually busy in showing a finger to other drivers at each intersection. She hopes someone bashes him up someday. Send your calmness tricks to her at firstname.lastname@example.org