So, these are the top 3 songs in my I pod that help me drown out the incessant honking between Bandra and Andheri.
Oasis - Stand by me (especially the guitar opening)
Hoobastank - Reason
Pearl Jam - Last Kiss
If you can't beat them or shoot them, shut them out!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Praying for what?
Discovered something that's arguably even worse than pointless, endless honking last evening.
Temple festivals.
Sundry speakers line the road blaring crackly, tuneless, supposedly relgious tunes. Morons, their thinking further impaired by the blaring music, set off Red Forts by the dozen.
And then they pray for peace.
Temple festivals.
Sundry speakers line the road blaring crackly, tuneless, supposedly relgious tunes. Morons, their thinking further impaired by the blaring music, set off Red Forts by the dozen.
And then they pray for peace.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Ironic
This is what I noticed in the blog today. There are ads for "Horns" in our "Horn Not Ok Please" blog.What the hell was Google thinking?
My mistake - Trying to make 50 cents in 3 months through blogging.
Google's BIG Mistake - Having absolutely no common sense when it comes to their Ad sense.
Out goes all ads from my Blog.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
One tight slap
Honk honk honk honk honk.
I was stuck in an auto with a car behind me. One of those cars which had a driver and a man in the backseat. Air-con. Windows up. Can't hear what is going on outside. No conscience.I got out of the auto, went to the drivers window and gave the window one tight slap. My hand hurt a bit. But, it felt so good. Almost as if I had slapped the driver. The man was so stunned he stopped honking and rolled down the window to yell.
I put my I-pod plugs on and told him its a hearing aid thanks to him.
Guess he got the point.
Try it. Its therapeutic.
I was stuck in an auto with a car behind me. One of those cars which had a driver and a man in the backseat. Air-con. Windows up. Can't hear what is going on outside. No conscience.I got out of the auto, went to the drivers window and gave the window one tight slap. My hand hurt a bit. But, it felt so good. Almost as if I had slapped the driver. The man was so stunned he stopped honking and rolled down the window to yell.
I put my I-pod plugs on and told him its a hearing aid thanks to him.
Guess he got the point.
Try it. Its therapeutic.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Feel the breeze -- and lose your hearing
Wind your window down for a day, even 10 minutes, and drive.
And you'll always think thrice before you horn.
And you'll always think thrice before you horn.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Blare and Stare
Just felt the need to let out some steam...
Situation: Im in a taxi, having eaten an orange for breakfast, desperately looking out of the window for a dustbin to dump the peels.
Taxi driver: Pulls over after 4 kms, having sighted a bin (Whats the point in having Shah Rukh ads about cleanliness next to godliness and treat the streets as your own home when you cant find a goddamn dustbin)
Me: Getting off the taxi to throw the peels.
Rich man in big car: Stops his car the size of a damn ship behind the taxi and blares the horn non-stop till I jump out of my skin and then run into the taxi.
Taxidriver: Chewing his paan and doesn't really care about the noise pollution or anything for that matter.
Rich man in big car: Overtakes taxi with this air or arrogance, still honking. Then, turns around to give this 'Bollywood-villian' deeeeeeep stare. This particular stare signifies "Im the king cause I drive something more bling" and "I dont care... the horn will blares... I will stare... you cant say anything, you wouldn't dare"
Me: Disgusted. Almost deaf. Sick of honking.
Situation: Im in a taxi, having eaten an orange for breakfast, desperately looking out of the window for a dustbin to dump the peels.
Taxi driver: Pulls over after 4 kms, having sighted a bin (Whats the point in having Shah Rukh ads about cleanliness next to godliness and treat the streets as your own home when you cant find a goddamn dustbin)
Me: Getting off the taxi to throw the peels.
Rich man in big car: Stops his car the size of a damn ship behind the taxi and blares the horn non-stop till I jump out of my skin and then run into the taxi.
Taxidriver: Chewing his paan and doesn't really care about the noise pollution or anything for that matter.
Rich man in big car: Overtakes taxi with this air or arrogance, still honking. Then, turns around to give this 'Bollywood-villian' deeeeeeep stare. This particular stare signifies "Im the king cause I drive something more bling" and "I dont care... the horn will blares... I will stare... you cant say anything, you wouldn't dare"
Me: Disgusted. Almost deaf. Sick of honking.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Six months on the road
Koushik Udayashankar's spent six months without using a horn -- yes, it is possible:
I finished work one evening and hopped onto Vroomie (my best girl) [yes, he really has named his Thunderbird Vroomie, we still love you, anyway, UK] to get home. An idiot got in my way -- one of those always always seem to. Of course, I honked at him, loudly and vigorously. Except that all I got was a wheeze. I wondered about it but kept driving. I soon got home and all was forgotten.
The next morning, another idiot almost run over - again, there was just silence when I tried to honk at the fool who’d tried to send me to jail. I was officially worried now, and got off to find Vroomie looking a tad pale. My horn was hanging by a wire and it looked like someone had nicked it while it was parked. Grrrr.
There began my quest to see if I could survive the madness of our roads without a horn. And it has been six months. Six glorious months of no blaring horns from Vroomie, not even a squeak. I still press the button when I need to honk and the silence is so much louder. My dependence on the pass light has increased and I am quite amazed that people seem to respect it more. It lets me pass while people wait, it lets me overtake from the right, it lets me overtake from the left, it even screams idiot when someone gets in my way. Silence, I guess, is sometimes so much louder than words.
Even better, I am a more careful rider now. Not having a horn comes with added responsibility; with the knowledge that the guy in front cannot see or hear you, that the old lady crossing the road probably can't hear you anyway.
I am certainly not proposing that we go around breaking horns off people's bikes. The challenge of not using a horn is certainly fun and it would do world-stress a huge favour but responsibility comes at a cost - the cost of peaceful motoring - something that isn't for the weak hearted.
[SmalNote: Give not honking a shot -- just for today]
I finished work one evening and hopped onto Vroomie (my best girl) [yes, he really has named his Thunderbird Vroomie, we still love you, anyway, UK] to get home. An idiot got in my way -- one of those always always seem to. Of course, I honked at him, loudly and vigorously. Except that all I got was a wheeze. I wondered about it but kept driving. I soon got home and all was forgotten.
The next morning, another idiot almost run over - again, there was just silence when I tried to honk at the fool who’d tried to send me to jail. I was officially worried now, and got off to find Vroomie looking a tad pale. My horn was hanging by a wire and it looked like someone had nicked it while it was parked. Grrrr.
There began my quest to see if I could survive the madness of our roads without a horn. And it has been six months. Six glorious months of no blaring horns from Vroomie, not even a squeak. I still press the button when I need to honk and the silence is so much louder. My dependence on the pass light has increased and I am quite amazed that people seem to respect it more. It lets me pass while people wait, it lets me overtake from the right, it lets me overtake from the left, it even screams idiot when someone gets in my way. Silence, I guess, is sometimes so much louder than words.
Even better, I am a more careful rider now. Not having a horn comes with added responsibility; with the knowledge that the guy in front cannot see or hear you, that the old lady crossing the road probably can't hear you anyway.
I am certainly not proposing that we go around breaking horns off people's bikes. The challenge of not using a horn is certainly fun and it would do world-stress a huge favour but responsibility comes at a cost - the cost of peaceful motoring - something that isn't for the weak hearted.
[SmalNote: Give not honking a shot -- just for today]
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