It is a pleasure to be in a car <br />Where the driver has no ego, <br />Not against the other fellow <br />Not giving way, or brushing you past, <br />Or a smaller vehicle trying to overtake, <br />Or a cranky pedestrian off with the boss, <br />Or a troublesome old man, crawling across, <br />Or BEST bus, street-smart auto-rickshaw, <br />Mindlessly speeding truck, anyone trying <br />To show off, be it noise-making Ambulance <br />Or a beacon-topped car, with lights flashing, <br />And feeling a foot or two above traffic rules. <br /> <br />It is not given to many <br />To have the fortune of young driver <br />Who knows his job well, tends his car, <br />And yet has no ego hassle at all, <br />Especially in the chaotic traffic of Mumbai City. <br /> <br />I am one of those lucky ones.<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chauffeur/
