Last month, I had been to Bangalore with my family on a vacation. Nothing much has changed now. Except for key roads, rest of the roads still sport deep-rooted pot holes, choc-a-bloc traffic stifles you at peak hours, nauseating pollution chokes your breath. For some reason I had to travel between Indiranagar and Koramangala four times at a go, and the journey consumed three hours in an autorickshaw!

Bustling traffic off Airport Road.

Adding to the chaos was the flyover work at the Airport Road intersection. After staying in Muscat (Oman) for 1.6 years, I can vouch for the fact that Bangaloreans have little or absolutely no traffic sense. Much of the credit much be accredited to autorickshaw wallahs and two wheelers riders, who care two hoots about traffic and lane discipline. From left to right to centre, they are all over the place.

Airport Road flyvoer work on progress

When I first landed in Muscat, I was at awe looking at the traffic discipline and conduct. In the initial few months, I used to walk to office, and it came to me as a pleasant surprise that pedestrians were treated so well in this part of the world. I could never imagine that a majestic looking four-wheel drive could come into a screeching halt just to let me cross the road. Phew!