No Generalization is any damn good except this one

Before I continue with my post I’d like to assure you that:

1) I’m not a male chauvinist or a sexist and certainly not an MCP
2) I’ve no intentions to hurt the humans belonging to the opposite sex
3) All the incidents described below are actual and have not been exaggerated
4) Please do not mail, text or post anything that I’d not like ‘coz that in turn will be considered as “You agree to what I say, it’s just that you hate listening and reading the truth”

I’d written this post long back but I held it back as I knew my friends from the opposite sex would differ from it (read as HATE it). I’ve already got some life threatening calls from some of the women gang-leaders but the fearless walk free ;)

Yes, I’m generalizing and summarizing my complete post in 4 words…WOMEN ARE POOR DRIVERS.
Enraged ladies- pour a glass of water on yourself, giggling guys- your driving isn’t that good either and ladies who are nodding at this- I respect you for accepting it.

I make this statement not under some pistol nose nor due to any animosity. This generalization has been made totally on the basis of the incidents or rather accidents witnessed by me. Lately I’ve seen a lot of accidents and most of those involved my dear ladies.

Incident 1 or rather accident number 3438728: A Santro is trying to take a U-turn in between a cut in the divider and runs into a Nano moving at its own slow pace and in its lane. The guy in the Nano tried hard to brake. The tyres make a screeching noise and come to a halt but the Santro still hits into the Nano. The lady in the Santro scared with her hands shaking drives off without even stopping to apologize.

Incident 2 or rather accident number 3438729: A brand new red Figo is waiting at an intersection for the signal to turn green. The signal turns green and car moves ahead but suddenly out of nowhere a car comes from the right and both cars come to a screeching halt. A girl with her phone in her hand (was obviously talking earlier) comes out and hurls some abuses to the driver of the Figo. He being a nice guy thanks God that his new car is safe doesn’t say anything to the girl trying to jump the light. Then after she’s done with the abusing she gets back and drives off.

Such incidents go on and on and I won’t bore my drivers with it. My point is that the women drivers are more careless while they are breaking the traffic rules ( and to top it off they don’t ever apologize). My universe is small and so is the sample but then my experience is huge enough to justify my generalization. I initially thought (when I’d written this post earlier) that the reason behind the poor driving is their slow reflexes but after a lil research I realized the reflexes of women are as good as men. So what might be the reason?
Good question (but an easy one). The reasons are:
1) More violations of traffic rule
2) Ignorant of the traffic rules
3) Poor observations (or rather busy observing the vanity mirror)
4) Much higher tendency of talking or texting on the phone while driving

A research report by John Hopkins suggests that in a year (in America) there were 5.1 million accidents involving a male while 5.7 million accidents by the other sex counterparts even when the number of male drivers was 10 times more than the women drivers. (Source: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/9647900)

I’ll end my post by something that’ll ease your driving ladies: Keep your eyes on the road and not on the garment shops passing by. For you to enter them you’ll have to stop your car (at the parking) and not keep them moving at 60kmph. Keep your handsfree handy coz you need two hands while driving. And last but not the least for God’s sake Red light means STOP and green means GO J.

Remember it’s never too late to learn and as a matter of fact I know some good driving schools with good instructors. Call me if you need their contacts :P

Drive safe…it’s better to be Mrs.Late than being Late Mrs……

He who strays discovers new paths

"I haven't been Everywhere, but it's on my list"

I think I’m late on this. I should’ve written this when the memories were fresh, but now that I’ve sat down to write this each and every moment of my trip to Leh has started to rush down the memory lanes again.

I like ad-hoc trips but this trip was one that coulnd’t have been an ad-hoc one. I started planning for it long back. Everyone around me was aware where and when was I leaving. My excitement level was so high that even if I smiled people around me asked “kya hua kuch naya plan socha liya kya Ladakh ke liye”. If I was online surfing, there’ll be atleast three tabs open on my Google Chrome that’ll be related to Ladakh. In short my excitement was quite visible.

I won’t be describing the details of my trip as I’ve already done hundereds of times infront of all my friends. Some actually have started to carry ear-plugs along. But that obviously doesn’t bring down my enthu to tell my stories (I'm refraining myself from carrying loudspeakers n mike to describe my Ladakhi adventures)

I’ve been to places and each time I go to someplace nice a thought appears in my mind “why can’t I settle here….settling here wud b gr8…”. A similar thought reappeared when I was at Leh. But after traveling parts of Ladakh and visiting many villages I realized that a life there is tough. Ladakh witnessed floods in August 2010 and the rehabilitation work was visible even during my visit. I saw the place where the song “Satrangi Re” from the movie Dil Se was shot. The place was in ruins. This realization actually instilled some fear. A life in Ladakh is not a walk in a park.

I’ve always considered mountain people a little slow (sorry Pinky but u’ll have to agree with me on this one) and a lil dumb but I started respecting them after my visit. I’ve never ever seen people so humble. A person is walkin infront of you, look into his eyes and he’s bound to say Juley (Hello in Ladakhi). Forget about gals, I’ve never heard a guy who’s a total stranger to me say Hello. I’ve only heard strangers ask “Does this metro go to rajiv chowk?”, “Which road goes to AIIMS?”. The other thing that’s so visible is that the people there are very very hard-working (although they don’t open their shops on time and to top it off they close their shops early).

The trip was obviously memorable because of the locale and the people but what made it even more memorable was the mountain goat (aka Pinky) who gave me company. THANK YOU.

A place like Ladakh is so quiet that at times even when you’re thinking you can hear your own voice in your ears. The place is so cut-off from the hustle-bustle of the cities that the only bustle that you can hear is the breeze passing by your ears. Even the bustle of the breeze is common to human ears. What's rare is the hearing of human voices. The place is away from all the anger, motives, ego, hypocrisy, lies and above all the rat race. And unfortunately I got to see a lot of it just before my trip. The only thing that kept me going was the planning that I was doing for the trip.

I’m so deeply in love with this place that I’m afraid that I’ll ever fall in love with some other place ever again, someplace that can bring down Ladakh from the number one spot. I have whole of my year (all the coming months) planned up and it’s the Valley of Flowers that’ll be the next place that can, if not beat then atleast come close to Ladakh’s adventure. Till then Ciao.

Cheers for the most ultimate adventure called LIFE...