Traf-fucked

Whenever I am stuck in a jam in Andheri East (which is almost every day), I think of scenes from Hollywood movies. Scenes where people are shown evacuating a city because the aliens have attacked, or a dino-sized someone has decided to take a walk or some psycho has decided to blow up the city.


I think of these scenes because that’s what Andheri East traffic looks like. No rules, vehicles running random, fitting into the smallest inch possible on the road.

I inadvertently tend to look out half-expecting to see a flying saucer or a Godzilla brining down a building with his tail. At least that would make the journey interesting.