Yesterday a friend of mine, here in India, was involved in a car accident. He was only 28years old and had his entire life ahead of them. Today I am sad, I am scared and I feel far from home.
India is a beautiful country but a brutal one too. Everything feels so much more dramatic here; the smells, the noise, the culture, and even the movies pull on your emotions more. When you think of transport in India the image of people overloaded in busses and trains comes to mind. Trying to imagine this country’s huge population, the value of life and how everyday life works here. Things can be slow, often painfully so, and at times so fast that it scares you. Traffic falls into this category.
At 3am in IT capitals such as Bangalore, small TATA cars fly around the city driving Call Centre workers to and fro. Time is money and their time is outsourced by foreign companies, they are working to deadlines. The drivers fly around like they own the roads, as do many other drivers with no real need for speed. Two nights ago our friend Arjun was trying to get a taxi home when he was hit and he lost his life. He died right there, we can only hope he didn't suffer.
My thoughts go out to his friends and family, his parents who will bury their only son.