Helloooooooo, How are you today? How was your Sun Day? You probably were pulled along for some stupid function of some far relative whose name you don't even know, right? *laughs* No. I seriously understand that. The plight of having a huge number of relatives which results in no-free-sundays. Anyway, I've wanted to talk about this for a long long time and now that I'm here in Mysuru, I think it's time. The traffic police here are super strict. Or they can't wait to stuff their pockets with money. (I think it is the latter) But they do seriously keep a check on two-wheeler riders wearing...a helmet. Yup, yup. That's what I want to talk about. HELMET. A rider's headache and a pillion rider's frustration. Here, in Karnataka (I think! Sorry for being poor in current affairs. On a completely different note, Pakistani soldiers have burnt schools in Kashmir. Stupids.) the traffic police have passed a law that even pillion riders should compulso
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