Cabs, bicycle rickshaws, miasmal trucks, ox carts, scooters, camels, jaywalkers, and antediluvian buses packed sardine tight careened willy nilly under the bored gaze of two cops. Clusters of pedestrians strode into traffic, slicing through gaps like running backs hitting a hole. I studied them but couldn t figure what prompted a dash. I decided to use the jaywalkers as blockers. I paralleled them downstream reasoning that they would slow down a car on impact long enough for me to tag the sidewalk.
Drivers use any scrap of road to get ahead.
Carpe Via is law, and they do so at high speed and close quarters. I saw people pull their side mirrors back to gain a couple of inches while skirting a truck, tight as a river against its bank. I caught a cab, and we plunged in. Everyone pressed forward, cutting ahead, creeping sideways. We were almost crushed between a pair of giant Tatas, a common truck in India.