Maddening People

As I walk through the streets of Dubai feeling the cool breeze of Feb sky, I could not help but to compare just about everything with India. One thing that struck me quite a lot is the road manners that the people here show. Almost (if not all) everyone follows traffic signs. You wont find motorist on the wrong way, nor speeding, nor driving zig zag. But everyone is following the lane, driving at a constant speed, keeping well distance from each other. They will even stop the vehicle for the pedestrians to cross the road. 

Compare this with the maddening traffic in Bangalore. You will have no clue where the vehicles are coming from or when they will ram the brakes. or for that matter, what hit them. but is it not the very same people who was once driving back in India, who came here and became so nice people? How did this transformation happen? why does this not happen in India. 

The answer came knocking my doorstep today. It was heavy rain last night in Dubai and this usually leads to clogged roads and more traffic. And as the traffic increased little by little, i started to notice few people jump lanes, taking the side path to skip the traffic. When one hour of bad traffic brings out this behavior, what will a lifetime of traffic jams make people to do. Now when i think of the same, adding the reality conditions also into perspective, the traffic and the road sense is not really bad. We just need to look at the whole perspective. 

Isn't it funny how the environment variables really change the behaviour of a person. When he has plenty of resources, he is polite and patient. But when the resource gets scarce, the animal in him comes out. I guess this very basic instinct is what really made us the dominant creature in the planet.

Dumbstruck tourist @ Dubai

I bid adeos to the good looking Emirates Airlines Air hostess. The flight had stoped at the main terminal and had a direct duct into the airport. From a air conditioned flight to a air conditioned airport. 

I took my natural instincts and followed the crowd. Its like everyone knew where to walk to. No one is bothered to look for any sign board or ask anyone. Then again, the plane was loaded with good looking girls. So i really did not think twice when i was following them out of airport. they took the elevator, so did I. They took the stairs, so did I. They stood in queue, so did I.

Little did i realise that they all were transit passengers and were walking right into their next flight. It was then the security asked me for my tickets for the next flight when it struck me that i am following them to the transit terminal for the next flight. :) Silly ol me. :)

This time i asked people and found my way out. To the Arabi land. The second i stepped out, i felt the heat. The desert heat struck my face. I guess a preview to what ill be facing for the next few weeks. In short time, I was already in my bro's house and lil more later at a private beach with the sea lashing on my face. Surprisingly, i was feeling cold at 2 in the afternoon. Thats a shocker for a desert. and to top it, we had heavy rain in the night. This was the first time that bro ever had to run his car with Wiper in full blast!! Hmmmm...looks like i have started a storm out here :)