Our plans of taking the train to Kurukshetra are thwarted at every move. “Sorry, It’s a public holiday, my friend can get a better price, the trains are all booked out, the buses are too crowded.” It goes on and on. Why not take my cousin’s car he is a very good driver and we can do a good price. Getting angry which is my fallback instinct when I feel I’m being done over doesn’t work with this lot. How can you be angry with someone who is totally oblivious to your frustration. In fact revels in your red face and wringing hands ? Their lives are hardwired to embrace frustration, they seem to revel in complex situations, often of their own doing and the acceptance that it will happen in its own good time. Nodding yes and no simultaneously with this unique head wobble encapsulates the whole philosophy… and I want to scream. So I wasn’t surprised when I find myself with the girls in someone’s cousin’s car zooming North to Kurukshetra. Four hours of horn blasting bedlam and I am only able to identify one road rule ? Our driver gives way to large oncoming trucks everything else is fair game.
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