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loud silence!

There I was standing at the signal with the usual eclectic mix of car and two wheeler horns being heard in the background. Happened to turn around and see my colleague standing beside me on the two-wheeler. His hand had very casually rested on the horn, which was blaring away for the whole world to hear. He was of course oblivious to it all…did I forget to mention the fact that he is hearing impaired? Well…he is. By gestures I did manage to get the message across, and the horn did stop honking.

Just set me thinking along the lines of the world he regularly inhabits. And which we in these loud times sometimes wish for. Can some of you at least answer these questions which are getting louder and louder in my head with each passing day?

What exactly does a loud, blaring horn signify about your personality?
- The fact that you are so silent in your other life?
- Or does it connote that you are so loud that you need something louder for it to be heard by you?
- Or just maybe you are a secret recruiter for the Art of Living classes? Drive people out of their wits and then help them get it back all together :-)

The way technology and innovations in the technology sphere are leapfrogging? There will soon be a day that we will have visual display monitors at the back of our cars. We would then be able to type in the message that we want the motorist or biker at the back to read….stuff like…
- Oops! That’s not really the way you want to wake me up!
Or how about this one?
- Man! Is this the only way the world listens to you? You have my sympathies!

Oh boy!! Did I give way a secret for the next hot selling gizmo?

I better get my share or there’s no end to what you are going to hear from me!

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