Dirty rotten scoundrel

I can see him in my rear view mirror, riding his two-wheeler and honking away to glory. He zigs and zags through the traffic trying to cut through. As he draws closer, I notice his mouth swollen and filled with pan spittle. A large vermilion mark is sported on his forehead. Now I see him and now I don’t. But I can hear him honking some where behind me.

His helmet is safely locked at the rear of his vehicle. He tries to cut into a car from the right while entering the subway but gets blocked. The horn goes blaring, I am still ahead of him.

On the straight now, I notice that he has finally over taken me and stopped at the signal. A traffic cop stands below the signal, noticing not only him but a host of others who are not wearing the compulsory helmet. He chooses to ignore them and looks the other way.

Meanwhile he has taken the first place below the signal and is waiting to rush through. But what is this, he wants to go right and he is in the left most lane. I suddenly see him drifting into the left lane right under the traffic cops nose. A stream of spittle hits the ground as he empties his mouth and as the signal turns green, he scoots to the left virtually cutting across traffic.

Dirty rotten scoundrel and he is not the only one on the streets of Bombay.