As Rahul woke up, he was suddenly transitioned from a beautiful dream to the ugly reality of monday morning. He hated his job and hated it even more on mondays due to the legendary Bangalore traffic. Rahul was in his car and driving towards his office. He couldn’t even remember when he had taken bath, gotten ready or wished his wife bye – the monotonous life has been surely pushing him around. As he was preparing to stop at the red signal, he heard someone behind him honking. After a split second he saw the mad driver zipping past him. When will people learn that saving a few seconds might cost someone their life. And what are they going to achieve with those extra few seconds – cure cancer?. Rahul also knew that most stupid drivers were not ‘Yellow board’ cab guys as everyone seems to want to believe, but decent office going engineers and managers of reputed MNCs. Take the guy who jumped the red light, he was driving a Swift with a white board. For that matter Rahul also drove a Swift, a white one, but he was aware that most Swift drivers were either born crazy or developed the habit after they bought the car. Of course with a few exceptions like him.

“You Bxstxxd” !! yelled Rahul. Right in front of him someone, cut sharp to his lane. In fact the stupid guy was driving on half of both lanes. When will these guys learn. After they die? This was another thing that Rahul hated while driving. The lane discipline or rather the lack of it. People went all over the road. Rahul had been to US and marvelled at the way people stuck to their lanes and signalled like good school going children before moving out of it. Rahul knew it was just another 3 kilometers to office. But in Bangalore the 3 kms can be reached in 3 mins, 30 mins or even 3 hrs depending on where, when and how you are driving. Sometimes, the traffic dynamism of Bangalore makes Rahul wonder if it also depends on people’s astrology forecast for the day.

Rahul could see his office now. But he still has to take the final ‘U’ turn. Now, logically speaking, the rightmost lane is the one meant for ‘U’ turn, but in Bangalore’s rule book the ‘U’ turners take up all the lanes and ensure that those going straight are also held inspite of it being empty. As he approached the turn there was another specimen of Bangalore’s endangering species that was trying to take the turn from the leftmost lane and almost hit Rahul’s front bumper. Rahul lost his cool again and started with “What the f..” and checked himself. The mad driver seemed familiar. One of Rahul’s fear on road is that he might shout at someone he knows, a fried or worse his manager. That too so close to office. He wanted to take another look at the driver but just then that guy zipped past, brushing Rahul’s front bumper. Rahul BP shot up and he wanted to teach the guy a lesson. He just got a glipmse of the number plate KA-51 L…. “Hah..” thought Rahul. His area RTO. As he pressed the accelerator, he caught up with the White Swift – ‘Really’. Now Rahul was neck to neck with him and turned to look at the mad driver. He caught his breath. He saw his twin smiling at him. “What the ” and he lost the words for the second time that day. As he raised his hand, he saw his twin or mirror image raise his hand in disbelief. “Poof” everything was gone and God was standing in front of him similing.
Rahul I just wanted to show the taste of your own medicine. All the erring drivers you saw today were replays of your own driving over the past several months. How did you enjoy it. “Poof”.

Rahul woke up with a start. His wife was sleeping beside him. He saw the clock. Same Monday morning but a different Rahul.