"Yeah... look at our new
Bike!" a father says to his three years old son putting him on
the tank of the bike. Didn't he have anything else to show him? No!,
only horn! and because it can whistle and we all love sounds!. The
next moment the child grabs the bike, his baby fingers finds the
tempting button of the bike!. You know what happens next
.."Peepp...Peeepp...Peepp!... Peeeee.." and the child goes
"aya..ayan...yaaan...yaaya"!. Then four more people around
and Gokhale uncle from his balcony pretend to be admiring the bike
and at the same time starts thinking 'which one should I get rid of
first, the baby or the horn!'.
I don't understand what is
so much fascinating about horns, I don't like them at all. You know,
crazy people try to set a distinct horn to their vehicles, only to
show how much weird they are! Can you imagine how would a dog sound if you snatch a bread out of its mouth ? "Bhhooowwn",
exactly! I remember, there used to be a van in our market with this
frightening sound. Truck's horns are the best, they are the only
place where Himesh Reshmmiya's songs are still played. Loud, sound in
rhythm, you could hear them from miles away, if set so, otherwise
they can make you jump two feet in the air, raising your heartbeats.
In my school time, at
Environment lecture, I never understood the term 'Noise Pollution'.
Being in a rural place in a small village and where your shout can
reach to last alley, it was hard for me to imagine 'noise'.
Until now, in Mumbai, I live with it, my day starts with noise and
even if I shut my ears and fall asleep, it continues. No, I can not
blame the city as I know, only we people have made it a hard place to
live. Everyday, getting onto my bike to leave for office, I instruct
myself that 'I will not loose my temper to any idiot on the path, at
least today', but I am still waiting for that quiet and peaceful day.
While I try to make my way through a herd of bullocks, some idiots
put their finger on horn button and completely forget to release it.
The sprouted horn whistle first travels in all possible directions
then reaches my ears, thrashes onto and then the signal travels to my half frozen brain, my brain gets attention of the fool and my eyes casts gaze at the fool and my
mouth spits "साले...नया लगाया क्या बे हॉर्न !"
My bikes horn is such an
antique piece which only works when it is raining. I don't know
what happens inside it, only water make it blow! as we always say
'Water is life', I think my bike's horn has heard it somewhere. All
other time I ride without it, initially my finger wiggled a bit but
then I got accustomed to it. Surprisingly it hasn't affected me
much, instead knowing the fact that my bike is unable to speak, I
drive more carefully. I am not asking you to throw off your vehicle horns, all I am trying to say is there is little amount of percentage
where we can contribute to our society to maintain it's peace.
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