On the road...

Traffic here makes the 405 in LA or the Beltway in DC look like a walk in the park. A chaotic blend of cars, rickshaws,dogs, people, bikes, holy cows and motorcycles (aka two-wheelers) navigate a racetrack with no lanes or proper rules for the road. The commutes to and from work have not seemed long due to all the sensory overload. If people watching is one of your favorite pastimes come to India and you will be intrigued, fascinated, perplexed and alarmed all in the same moment. Women carry water jugs and 4 foot stacks of bricks effortlessly on there heads, people piss in the road (although generally they have the decency to turn away from traffic) cows itch themselves on signposts, women with tiny straw brooms attempt to clean the street, the mosh pit of traffic you have no choice but to jump into, people nudged by cars that shake it off like a fly,the strange melody of horns that is omnipresent and many more never before seen sights. The more open I am, the more rewards I reap from the unknown. All this I see while riding in a car and when I get out of the car I stare directly into the eyes of India.