To the corporate bikers of Hyderabad - where exactly are you rushing to?
Genuinely asking. Every single morning, every single evening, same nonsense. Cutting lanes, jumping signals, overtaking from the left like it's normal.
Where are you going? To the job you crib about all week? Home, where you're in no rush to reach on a Sunday? Whatever it is, it'll still be there if you show up four minutes later. I promise.
And can we be honest about why more of you aren't dead — it's not your riding. It's that the guy in the car next to you is the one paying attention and braking for you. You've been mistaking other people's caution for your own skill this whole time.
The thing that actually gets me is the pillion. I've seen grown men weaving through traffic at speed with their wife behind them. With a kid. Half the time no helmet on either of them. You'd get into a fistfight if someone disrespected your family, but you'll bet their heads on saving ninety seconds. That's not being in a hurry. That's just failing the one job you actually have.
And the delivery guys ride better than you. They're the ones with a clock actually running. You have a salaried job and a fixed login time and you still treat the signal like a suggestion.
If you don't care about your own life, fine, that's yours to waste. But you're not alone out there. Someone's waiting for you at home. And some poor guy in a car is going to carry the memory of hitting you for the rest of his life, over a mistake that was fully yours.
Slow down. Stay in your lane. Wait for the light. Wear a helmet, and put one on whoever's sitting behind you.
It's not complicated. You're just not doing it