self-driving has been one of the chief modes of commutation but driving has served me more than that.. driving was the time when my mind opened its gates to let out the unending wild stream of thoughts.. ideas that rushed its way through in the course of a traffic jam, some taking the shape of words and many more draining away unattended... I attribute a major chunk of my eerie, illogical, thought-provoking thoughts which found a meaning in this blog to the signals of JNTU and HiTech city...
driving cannot be isolated from the chain of thoughts it carries.. Our moods and emotions have its implications on driving....
In a jubilant mood, you seem to sail smoothly on the road.. Anger is when the urge to hit the accelarator peaks but all you end up doing is carve more designs and shapes to your vehicle. On a dull and gloomy day you simply commute...
Happiness is smiling green beaming at you on every signal, aggression is blood red which doesnt let you down even at the most unlikely of the places.. dejection blinks yellow, slow and cautious...
Even a metro express gives way when your spirits are high, a bicycle wouldnt budge to the blaring honk and persistent swearing, depression keeps you secluded clouding under the shadows of the metro express trailing along its path...
Traffic policemen, fellow commuters, pedestrains, road, weather and the rest of the universe always conspire and work in tandem to help sustain your emotions and by every means add more fuel to it.. despite the whole universe working as a unit, one component that always remains withdrawn and impervious to your emotions is the fuel... excited, irate or distressed fuel is always out of reach...
Driving, for now obvious reasons, is also emotionally-driven...
