Last week my theory that 'Delhi traffic may be mad but it works' hit a snag, or a Maruti Suzuki to be more precise. I guess it's implicit that where margins of error are small, errors occur. So it was that as one arterial road merged into Delhi's major ring road, a Maruti Suzuki cheekily pushed in front of my friend's car at a strange angle and was duly clipped. An almightly debate ensued, first in the middle of the intersection to the chagrin of the horn-honkers, then later on the roadside. Little Maruti man lept about in histrionics, pointing at a pre-existing scrape and gesturing for payment. Then a sour looking patriarch emerged from the Maruti to gaphump around, pass judgement and gesticulate unhelpfully. My friends fought the good fight on the side of calm discussion, but failed.... the goons were called - big burley lads in red. But the day was saved when a passer-by-of-note intervened (hard to define how this helped, but it did). Pulling out the camera probably helped too - it turned out the Maruti was an illegal taxi! I'm amazed this kind of thing doesn't happen more often.
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