My Little Yulu

Driving a Yulu is painfully real. I can feel every little bump or a pebble on the road in my spine. Even walking is easier, even if slower. Occasionally I might overtake a cycle or another Yulu, but there is little it can do if you want to angrily storm past someone. It is humbling to know that many others would forever be ahead of you. People in their sweatshirts on a bike to work. People in suits in their car to work. People in their shorts at home who don’t need to work. And all of them would probably (and maybe innocently) stop you from getting ahead in life..err..on your Yulu. Even your borrowed yulu, before you could start your ride, will tell you how far you can go.

Driving a yulu also comes with perks. No need for a license or a helmet. If you jump a street light, a few angry honks are your punishment. Meanwhile, others in their million cc vehicles have to pull out a ward of bills as a penalty. But deep down you know, if the world really cared, there would be yulu lanes. Instead, we share 8ft roads with 9ft wide buses who cannot even see you. We are the ones who didn’t catch up. You don’t (can’t) kill them, but worse, ignore them. After your ride, the bill comes, as expensive as an auto ride. And it all goes to a CEO who doesn’t even have to drive to work.

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An auto almost backed up on me because he couldn't *see* me. So here I am contemplating my life which I could have lost (Not that I needed a reason to be sad). Overall I am happy to be a little sad again, after all the excitement of living in a new-ish city.

Hope to write better than this again. Wish me luck!