Picture India: Traffic, horns blowing, cars upon cars piled on top of each other. Mopeds, bicyclists, cars, tuk-tuks, pedestrians, dogs, street vendors, buildings, shops, people, people and more people. Everywhere you turn you see someone with an agenda. A place to go, a place to be. Busy. The grind. Never ceasing. 24 hrs, 365 day operation.
Yet in all the chaos, all the insanity, there is organization in the chaos. There is a system that works for them. As I watched from my tuk-tuk, I saw motorcyclists pull right in front of us, people walking without fear, cars coming head on, yet our driver knew exactly how to maneuver around them.
I started to realize that India has it’s own unspoken driving language. An understanding that only a local would understand. I could see how each person respected each other and it was a system they had no intention of changing. It just works and it’s beautiful.
