less talk, more driving

Ok, yet another post on driving.
Why??
Because I want to write travelogues but the only traveling i do is in my dinky-wud-be-vintage-if-it-wasnt-biscuit-brown maruti 800 on the dusty streets of delhi.
actually, if you happen to be a tourist from east europe (the kind who camp at paharganj and have a giant knapsack on their back) you may actually find reading it marginally cool.

but then again, it's just about a drive to a petrol pump, or several actually.

Yesterday was the last day when petrol would ever be four bucks cheaper. Imagine that.
It so happened that we were going out for icecream and realized that it would be a historic day to 'tank up'.
Apparently everyone was going out for icecream and thought it would be a good idea to 'tank up'.
It was the strangest sight. Nearly every petrol pump had scores of cars waiting in line, blocking traffic, people were honking and demanding petrol as if we were all going to be nuked and we had to cross the border by night.
It was surreal- i wish there was an aerial view of the whole thing - you know those doomsday movies where they show desperate scenes of people lined up for food/water/oil?

it took us twenty minutes to get our tank full (the needle was at E - i swear, we were not being cheap) and we(I) spent that time wondering what would happen if suddenly all our cellphones started ringing, or if somebody suddenly decided to light up.
We went to my granparents place after that but everywhere that mary went, that noxious smell of petrol followed.
We drove back at 11 45 pm and there were still some brave cars around.