MOTORISED VEHICLE NUMBER PLATES – A CONCEPT RESTRUCTURED

MOTORISED VEHICLE NUMBER PLATES

A CONCEPT RESTRUCTURED

Amit Mazumder

Scientist 'F'

Abstract:

This paper attempts to establish a commonality by standardising the present scenario where the registration number plates of motorised vehicles are undergoing a linear expansion, with initial null values, as significantly stored values from inputs. This initial absence of numeric or character values, with inclusions later with expanding field lengths, has been discussed, with presentation of a concept to overcome this problem that's plaguing the motor vehicle database all over India. The need is fundamental and the concept presented may yield positive results resolving implementation and data maintenance issues.

Keywords: Vehicle Registration Number Plate, HSRP, Scenario, Format, Motor Vehicles Act, Central Motor Vehicles Rules

1. Introduction

1.1. What a number plate on a vehicle is all about?

All motorised vehicles that ply on roads worldwide are tagged with a registration number. Motor vehicle registration is the registration of a motor vehicle with a government authority, either compulsory or otherwise. Such a registration records the registered operator of a vehicle that also acts as proof of ownership. The purpose of motor vehicle registration is to establish a link between a vehicle and an owner or user of the vehicle. This link is mostly used for purposes of taxation, obsolescence or crime detection.

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