The Honking Exasperation

You are trying to concentrate, focusing on the road ahead. You are one of those riders whose eyes and attention are constantly on the road, trying not to let your wandering mind, and eyes, shift from the road. You are determined and focused, totally in the zone. 

Out of nowhere comes the first blast of honking. You try to ignore the sound and continue to focus on the road but the honking doesn’t cease. You check your mirror wondering who the impatient moron is. You decide to give him way so he can go ahead and continue to honk behind someone else and leave you at peace to your riding. 

You come to a signal and like all two wheelers you try make your way between vehicles, making the most of every inch given to you till can go no further. And again you here that incessant honking. To your utter dismay it’s the moron once again behind you. You wonder what more way you can give him, considering the signal is still red and there is no further you can go. You feel like turning around and giving him the finger.

You wonder if every blast of his blessed horn is giving him some sort of high, a release of endorphins, vibration to his G-spot (if he did have one) leading to an orgasmic climax. He seemed so passionate about honking, wished he had more of common sense than passion, alas he lacked that. 

The signal turns green and you let him go before you so he can go ahead and be pain behind someone else. He went ahead  continuing with his incessant honking as if in love with the sound. You are glad to be left alone to yourself and the road. 

Once again you hear a another blast that shatters your concentration. Something that would bring the dead to life, something you hear on the highway. You wonder if it’s a huge truck behind you, only to find a puniy rickshaw blasting it’s horn.

Suddenly your ears becomes conscious to all the honking around you. People who are more passionate about their horns than they are of following the rules. For whom their horn is a sweet melody that needs to be shared  with all. Every honk is met with a louder response not bothering where they were, whether they were in a silent zone or not.

When you finally arrive at your destination you are totally exasperated with all the honking that it driven your poor nerves to its limits. You glad to have made before you lost it. But then Just as you are parking suddenly you hear another honk, the final straw, all you want to beat up the moron but then it’s just your friend trying to catch your attention, who then becomes the recipient of a series of colourful words.