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Not long ago I wrote a lament for the vulnerable pedestrian on the monsoon streets of India. I did it by refreshing the famous song from The Sound of Music – a song we all know as My Favourite Things, sung by Julie Andrews. Here are a few verses for your amusement… 

My Dangerous Things

Potholes and man holes and old bulging sidewalks

Loose tiles and broke tiles and dumpy cracked wide walks

Branches and wet leaves

and bicycle pings.

These are a few of my dangerous things.

Rainfalls and pained falls when drips turn to puddles,

Slipping and sliding on slop-soapy bubbles.

Cars honking horns and

Old carts’ ding-a-lings.

These are a few of my dangerous things.

Nanos and Vespas and dinky three-wheelers,

Sweepers and cart-boys and street-vending dealers,

Soft mouldy mangoes,

soaked apple peel-ings

These are a few of my dangerous things.

CHORUS

In the head lights

When it’s too bright

when I’m driven blind

I’m simply aware of my dangerous things

And then I don’t feel…

so unkind

Hazardous crossings with no place for stopping

Black diesel ‘xhaust pipes that leave you all coughing.

Oil leaks from lorries

with snags on their wings.

These are a few of my dangerous things.

Bikes that drive on you and cars that drive at you

Vans that might stop, but really won’t let you

Cars whizz on each side

entitled as kings.

These are a few of my dangerous things.

Garbage and loose stones and stray dogs a-sleeping,

Ill-fitting chain-links with rebars a-peeping,

A telegraph pole

So low that it sings.

This is the sum of my dangerous things.

CHORUS

In the head lights

When it’s too bright

when I’m driven blind

I’m simply aware of my dangerous things

And then I don’t….

really mind.

Mad, crazy, chaotic traffic in India

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