So my motorbike was sitting in the workshop being serviced after a rather strenuous ride through Bhutan. One of the two (peep peep) horns stopped working more than a year ago and I never got it repaired because honking is the devil! Before the guys began working on the bike, I pointed it out as a minor inconvenience. It was comical when a mechanic spent more than 15 minutes repairing the horn even after I insisted that it wasn’t necessary.

But I have to admit, now that I have the use of both horns, it feels … Indian! Honking is almost a religion here. Start your engine beep, take a turn beep, stop at a red light beep, have no reason whatsoever beep. Its as if we derive a primal satisfaction from the cacophony of beeps and bomps. Then there are the melodious symphonies played by trucks and buses on the highways. I imagine that the drivers of these horn-ok-please machines have multiple buttons at their disposal and each button is affixed a different tune. Each tune is dedicated to a certain driving scenario – overtaking, passing, get out of my way, pedestrian alert, road rage, reversing blah blah blah. Were this driving model to be adopted internationally, horns would be more important than brakes 😀

Anywho, I was riding back home and happened to sound a warning-honk at another vehicle and lo-behold! Dual horns! Twice the power! Twice the rage! Twice the ooohhss! Twice the satisfaction! I never do this but I honked randomly during the entire ride back home. Having ridden through Bhutan, the road manners of that country rubbed off on me. Traffic is self organised – they don’t have traffic signals anywhere in the country! If only we in India could be just as well mannered on the roads. Oh what a wonder that would be!



This land-locked state has a curious history, surrounded by relatively giant countries, it has held its own through the centuries and earmarked a niche boundary. Still under rule by a monarchy, it is steadily developing and opening up to the information age. Tourism is a ripe industry in this country and the Bhutanese know how to juice it.

This land is serene and green. Its people peace loving and easy going.

Much is to be said about the ride through this country. What we saw was only a fraction of the beauty this land has to offer. We rode on tarmac and through slush, through rain and mist, through the ever changing topography of the Himalayas.