Driving in Delhi is a mixed bag of cuss words and joyful yelps. On one hand, Lutyen’s Delhi sprawls like the inside of the belly of a python. Wide roads that meet at various round-abouts. The round-about is a transport contraption that works exclusively in Delhi, mostly because the drivers drill fear into each other, and in the end, the scariest has the right of way. Oh, how I love this city.
On that note – an absurd observation. Being the powerhouse of the country and the Cowdung Belt, Delhi has a large number of Government vehicles. As always these vehicles are permitted to do pretty much whatever they want. Drive fast, park on the Ring Road, get tinted windows, sell nirvana from the boot. You name it. The tag “Govt of India” which is usually painted in red is a fleeting glimpse of high-speed rash power on Delhi’s streets.
Except innovative citizens take on the challenge and respond thus
That painted sign says “Great Of India” – which from a distance of 10 meters or more reads as “Govt Of India” – which means the car can pretty much speed through anywhere. That wasn’t the only masterpiece. The other sign I saw said “Gout Of India“. I assure you that it is highly unlikely to be bad spelling. I don’t think the car was the national deposit of Uric Acid either.
Well, in Delhi, the govt, the great and the gout get fantastic road treatment by the road cops. We intimidate people by a mere upgrade to an SUV and scaring the hell out of them. Or we try anyway.