Tyranny of the Majority

I returned from a short holiday to Hampi which was otherwise excellent, but for the last three or so hours I spent there. They would have been excellent too, had the rest of the group I was travelling with not decided to indulge in good old fashioned tyranny of the majority.

In brief, there is a lot to see there, a lot of trekking and rock climbing to indulge in if it takes your fancy, old ruins and the sort. Mobile phone coverage is patchy at best, and since we were roaming around different parts of the town, a time and place was decided where we would meet for lunch. I and my only other companion from the group got there to find no one else. They called an hour later to say they were on the other side of town and were at the moment getting in to a boat for a ride.

Essentially, it meant that they did exactly what the fuck they felt like while I, like a fool, walked across town to get to a restaurant that they chose, only to meet no one, and in the process of that and lunch, lost time that could have been better spent seeing some more of the beautiful place. And once done with lunch, there was not enough time to go somewhere, see something and come back in time to leave.

As I expected, when we met finally, most of them didn't even bother with acknowledging that they had done me wrong, let alone apologise even half-heartedly. And when my grouse came out in the open, one of them gave me this beautiful piece of advice, and I quote: "sticking to the group is often a safer option, as I've found through experience. Schedules get screwed up easy and often, and when this happens, I always prefer to be with the group."

Wow. You are a pushover, and you want everyone else to be the same way too, so that stupid women who must carry an entire bag full of eye makeup for a 30-hour vacation involving trekking mostly (which they don't do because they are wearing chappals) have someone other than you to order their food for them because they are too darned lazy and anti-social to even come out of their room while everyone eats. Oh sorry, they tell you that they enjoy listening to you talk. I suppose that gives you enough of a boner for you to go on being so fucking servile, you shit-stick. Severin would be envious of you.

But people, go to Hampi if and when you get the chance. If outdoors is your thing, you will love it. Just don't go with stupid cows and stupider apologists.

Trafficking My Way Around

Hockey is our national sport, but you know what the national sport should be? No, not cricket, that’s not even a sport. It should be jaywalking. There is nothing wrong with it per se, so long as they tweak the laws a little in favour of the drivers. I mean, no one should stop you from taking the leap, but it’s your responsibility to look before you do. And if you don’t look, you only have yourself to blame. Just because I am the one driving does not mean that it was my fault that you got run over, and have to now spend the rest of your life eating and shitting through inter-changeable tubes. If you plan to jaywalk AND are stupid about it, you ought to be vegetative. One less moron walking this earth, literally.

But there is the one thing about jaywalkers that really gets my goat. There I am, sitting behind the wheel, doing 60 and out pops a jaywalker. Alright, now that you are here, and since I am no mood for sodomy behind bars (or even otherwise, for that matter), I will slow down and let you go. But what is with that upraised hand? How the hell do you think a car works? You raise your hand and it comes to a standstill in a second? Who the hell do you think you are, Darth fucking Vader?

The bulk of my rage on the road, however, little as I may express it, is reserved for those morons on two-wheelers who think that just because their vehicle is smaller than a car, it can squeeze through the butt-hole of an ant. You have delusions of being Valentino Rossi, that's fine, but he doesn't race on a choc-a-bloc road, does he? You don't care about rules for overtaking, that's fine too, I don't follow them always either. But must you overtake me from the right, wanting to turn left, when I am already turning right myself?

Even as far as humans go, it is terribly stupid of them to go so far to shun their survival instincts and putting their faith either in my supposed humanity or the fear of the law. Once I nudged that stupid bastard a little with the car, sure enough, fear rose faster than anger and he became even stupider and fled from the scene speeding like a bat out of hell. I hope he at least has a bruise on his leg from the impact though. Otherwise, that nudge would be such a waste.