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Honky City


A lady was out driving her car and when she stopped at a red light, the car just died. It was a busy intersection, and the traffic behind her starting growing.
The guy in the car directly behind her started honking his horn continuously as the lady continued to try getting the car to start up again. Finally she got out of her car and approached the guy in the car behind her.
"I can't seem to get my car started," she said, smiling. "Would you be a sweetheart and go and see if you can get it started for me. I'll stay here in your car and lean on your horn for you."


We love to honk or say we're honk happy. Not only that, in the event of a healthy discussion, we love to raise our decibel levels to make an impact and point considered for considerations. Perhaps we are a garrulous lot who have become utterly impatient for every business of life. Perhaps we are enslaved by our habits that has roots in previous experiences only to be mimicked every now and then; with or without any root cause. Perhaps we are too resistant to change for the good. Perhaps just for fun!

Here I am, penning my thoughts to gradually orient ourselves towards a honk-free life quite clueless how to instill faith in a honk free driving that requires a better presence of mind and a good coordination of limbs.

Staring at the empty street, a car was speeding past but, not without honking making the car's presence felt throughout the neighbourhood. All that move on wheels do their bit add to the already chaotic environment along with others on the move, more so, the novice who take to the street at all hours to hone skills. It's true that it's music to the ears when you're blowing it else irritating. This this the first think to use once behind wheels.
Honking is a way of life in this city without realising that the switch or button in a vehicle has a specific role in driving rather than to irritate the ambiance by design. The honk is a tangible siren of making one's presence felt on the streets forgetting that basic fact that honking is in fact an act of aggression. It's a thing to cherish and fiddle with while driving as anyone would do to while away all the pains and pleasures of driving on the congested streets with erratic traffic.
This is a part of mannerism that drivers should learn and follow at the very instance. Alas! No one teaches or preaches them.
It'd be extremely unfair if nothing was written in support of those who love to honk. How can anyone shy away from a honker's point of interests. Traffic in the city is such that all experts have been grappling with it for quite some time now. Take a vehicle out and you'll understand. This is a first hand report of the reality on our streets. Everyone, right from the rickshaw-puller or the auto or the circus trained deft biker or the bus driver who graduated from driving an autorickshaw or the taxis donning yellow or missionary hues or the office going babu – want to be the first to go. One should shed all ego and anguish to let the aggressive drivers to allow them to be first at the traffic line. So honking is a necessary evil. More the so, despite grappling with this inevitably unavoidable menace, no one is sure if any pedestrian wouldn't come face to face with the bumper of a vehicle. The best place to honk is perhaps at the major junctions of arterial roads or empty streets. On empty streets? Yes! Here too you cannot be too sure if you'd be able to stop at the speed at which he/she is driving if a car is coming out of an apartment to take on a befitting endurance on the streets. At major junctions of arterial roads? Why? Despite the traffic signals and battalion of traffic police personnel to impound errant pedestrians or vehicles, jay walkers find it their birthright to cross when they aren't supposed to. Definitely you can't help not honking at this stage. The ever inching bikers and autowallahs to win the race continues undeterred. Alerting them would be one's fervent duty as any accident would mean গাড়িওয়ালার দোষ – fault of the driver or vehicle owner. Then there would be chaos with the police booking the car and driver – all for not honking. Then, there are the ones You'll be fortunate enough if nothing harsh happens. How does that help? So it's always better to be safe and to be safe, honk!

This is perhaps why the use of honk-pad or switch is considered the most basic component of a vehicle is being put to optimum use in this city as an ideal parameter to safer drives!

আপনি কি জানেন অহেতুক হর্ন বাজানো অসবভ্যতার পরিচয় ?

क्या आपको पता है की अहेतु भोंपू का इस्तेमाल असभ्यता है

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