I was composing a ribald song and singing it to myself on the road. Shocked? Or thinking you are reading the wrong blog. No, no. See the road is literally in the middle of the field and there is almost 0 vehicles moving. So I had the courage to to create this song and sing. Then cut, the song and my scooty both came to a halt. ದಾರಿ ಎಲ್ಲಿದೆ ? ವೈಕುಂಟಕೆ ಬೇಡ , ಈ ನರ ಲೋಕಕ್ಕದರೂ ಸಾಕು Vainkunthake beda, a papi bhumiyalle saku. Instead of road which was supposed to be there, these was a big trench. With a narrow stretch which I can not possibly pull my scooter.
Few months back, a new road was made joining Dsouza nagar to road joining Doddi in RRNagar. A brand new road with absolutely no pot holes. And it was a like treat driving in that road. Last month or so, I had ventured alone so I did not know that this luxury called good road was dug up.
I have observed this few more times earlier. Why are these roads dug up? There was no house in sight, so it can not be for any utility works.
So lesson learnt- Good road (in India) is an illusion like a bubble , a maya which in no time bursts.
Few months back, a new road was made joining Dsouza nagar to road joining Doddi in RRNagar. A brand new road with absolutely no pot holes. And it was a like treat driving in that road. Last month or so, I had ventured alone so I did not know that this luxury called good road was dug up.
I have observed this few more times earlier. Why are these roads dug up? There was no house in sight, so it can not be for any utility works.
So lesson learnt- Good road (in India) is an illusion like a bubble , a maya which in no time bursts.
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