Have you noticed how traffic in Bangalore works? In the midst of really long red lights, which give you enough time to adjust your shirt, pants, belt, tie, etc, there is very little idea of actual commute. You will find that you have enough time to remove your shirt and pants, iron them neatly, and even offer help to a fellow traveler. Of course, only very few people insist on carrying an iron to office. Who knows when one might need to straighten a wrinkle or two out at work.

Seriously, have you noticed how traffic works in Bangalore? It is insanity living itself out in impatient motorists trying to figure out the idling time of their vehicles. You buy a vehicle to get from Point A to Point B. But you mostly turn the first corner from your house and stop. And wait for the vehicle ahead of you to move. There is always the platform. You can ride on it. But it requires certain mountain biking skills and kicking off annoyed pedestrians in Road Rash style. And that is too much work for the average Bangalorean commuter.

The peak hour rush, which is 24×7 in Bangalore, brings the traffic to a standstill when pedestrians actually out-run horsepower, no matter how many horses you bring. And who in their right mind would bring a big-ass SUV to commute in Bangalore? There is an optimist, who believes an elephant could easily fit into a mouse-hole.  Apparently there are more people in Bangalore than you can imagine who do struggle with their masculine identity and try to cover it up with the size of their car. The only thing left to do to combat Bangalore traffic is then to look for a house close to your work place, and spend your entire salary on housing rent, and walk to your work place and back. If your salary doesn’t match the rent, you can always avail a personal loan. But it would be difficult to get it month-after-month, and you will have to keep shifting houses to avoid the credit-card sharks. In which case, you are back to ironing shirts in traffic.

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