The honkomaniacs

beep beeep ... beeeeeeeeep ...... peeep peeep peppepepepepepe ..... and not to forget the quintessential beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep !!!!!

If you think communicating orally takes 'effort' .. and you buy into the idea of 'it not being worth the effort' .... the 'world of short-cuts' has a solution for this as well ..... walllllllaaaaaaaaa !!!!!

Introducing the 'button press' technique of communcation.... wondering as to were i am going with this......!!!!!!!



The other day ... in another of those stressed out walk's down the lane ,when i was busy trying to figure out just how ... a road as wide as it was .... (with the road layers having been considerate of the 'volume' of traffic brrr....) could get clogged to an extent that pedestriants were having to get their sence of geometry spot on to make those precise angular turns to get past it .... i senced the feeling of something brushing my pants from behind ... and even as i prepared to turn back to give him a much deserved stare .... i heard the dreadfull music of him beep.An he went on and on with it until it stuck me that he was trying to 'beep me of his way' and with the pitch of his honk , he eventually managed to. Hows that for an 'effective comm alternative'

For a more rediculus instances now ....... ppl seem to have lost the true sence of the word 'utilisation' ...... and also the understanding of what a 'trafic signal' stands for ..... heres how .... If the signal turing from red to green is not an indication enough for ppl to go by ...then what is .....!!!!
I cannot help but redicule the impatence(which derives strength from the deep rooted and ever growing store-house of ignorence that ppl are unknowingly nurturing ,fueled by the unsensored ethos of our society) of a man who can think of nothing but honk completely aware of the fact that the traffic will clear in a second or two and then , he has the whole road for himself and those ...... the agression of the 'vroom' of the throttle only reminds me of war horses on their marks .. waiting for the command to tear appart the opposiion ... the only difference being that in the later .... the intensity in this case is well utilized.


I quiet litrally wake up to the 'suprabatham' of honkers ..... thanks to the location of our house which i must say .. is tailor made to receive the brunt of it... infact there are rooms that act as amplifiers to make things worse ...The honks bieleve me lastes from the begening of the road on one side touchs its peak at the juction(alongside which we stay) and melows down on the way towards the end of the other road ..... ok one more utter of the this and this could well be my last artcle from here......grrrrrrrrr !!!!11


phew !!!!!!!!!! what these things do at rhe least is motivate me to write up .... they have no other bright side to it do they ...'kahan woh din jab ham tarasthe the .. logon ki aahat sunne ko hyderabad ke un sunsaan galion mein ... aur kahan aaj .....jab hame use chehel pehel se bhaagne ka ji kartha hai ......'