Who has right of way?

Looking out my window right now, traffic on my suburban street is stuck. Coming from the left: one black sedan, one three-wheeled rickshaw, two bicycles and a long-horned brown cow. In the right corner: one white sedan, one motorbike and one cyclist. In the middle, standing still, one high-humped white cow, not quite sure which way it is headed. All the protagonists are frozen trying to figure out who has right of way: does biggest vehicle win or are the cows - the jokers in the pack - free to flaunt their superior road rights? Answer: everybody goes at the same time, and like a sofa through a doorway, inch by inch, progress is made and 20 seconds later the street is clear. Nobody has blinked.

India: endlessly and incredibly India.