A (woman) motorist speaks…

To the BMW guy who keeps honking at a frequency of 12857 times per second -

Just because you have a BMW doesn’t mean the entire traffic has to be cleared to let you go. Idhu enna unga appan veetu roadunu nenaichiya? (Did you think that this road is built by your father?)

To the four and a half men who cross the road only when they see my bike -

Please don’t tell me the seventy kilo me over the eighty kilo vehicle is not visible to you!

To the public bus driver who overtakes me only to stop at the next bus-stop -

Enna dhaan un bus ennoda scoot’ya vida noor madangu perisa irundhaalum, bus-stop’nu onnu vandha nee ninnudhaan aaganum.. Aaaaan… (Read it in Gabtun style!) (Although your vehicle is a hundred times bigger than mine, you have no other option but to stop at the next stop. Aaangh!)

To the hundred odd men who get down from their own vehicles to gang up against a woman car driver who looks really apologetic for having driven past the stop line not seeing the red-signal -

How many times have you seen your own pals (read as men!) do this and just drive past them muttering ‘They are like this wonly’ to yourselves? Just because it is a lady who has now violated the traffic rules, you come down to shout at her, right? Shame on you, guys.

To the share auto guy who occupies more than half of the road bargaining and hunting for the eleventh passenger in his five-seated-vehicle -

Well.. You see.. I am already late to work. Can you please bend down a little so that I can throttle a bit over your head?

To the Yamaha guy who gives a long hard stare at the totally-lost-lady whose car has broken-down in the middle of the road, where she is frantically trying to get it away from jamming the traffic -

Can you please use your brain (?) err.. hands and legs to help her instead of your eyes?

To the twenty three buffaloes who choose to cross the road DAILY only when I return from office -

No.. I REALLY don’t belong to your breed!