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Rules of the rode

Each rider of any form of road conveyance in India is permitted to define their own take on what mechanism or thought process to employ to transport their own being to their intended or maybe not intended destination.

This requires an innate Zen like ability to focus on seeing the path where mere mortals aka foreigners may not see any.  This practice has been cultivated over millennia and does not require the observance of man made color coded lights to dictate next steps when in charge of a form of transportation.

Our role modes aka Deities employed  animal power including cows, tiger, rodents to teleport themselves so smoke belching contraptions take note.

Direction of travel is also a vague western notion along a highway or byway.  One should be able to perform any radius turn in any direction at anytime to reach their desired path.  In some towns or cities there may appear mask wearing, helmet donning, creatures waving their frontal extremities or practicing blowing through strange whistles but the objective is not to be distracted by such idiotic costumes - you just cannot when you have a party to attend and talk about the state of poor transportation options over drinks taht help you forget the strain of practicing zen all day.

While we are on the subject of transportation I vote that we get rid of all service staff on planes except pilot - Google please work on self guided planes.

They merely are a drag on the plane - literally and figuratively (some are poor figure too).  The public should be given a fighting chance to secure their seat and their belongings in allotted time and door shut.  Then the plane just leaves- who cares if you sat or have 'kaske bandhoed your kursi peti'.  And forget the stupid yellow cups- let people so enamored on the subject bring their own cup.


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  1. pour your own drinks too, on the plane, I mean?

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  2. NASA nahin jana tow NASA (drunken state) jaroor

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