Traffic

[I wrote this next piece while witnessing the entire incident in front of my gate. I found it absolutely fascinating and amusing.]

The obstinate buffalo.
The angry motorist – glares raring to go.
The humongous black beat throes its nose in the air.
It was there first. So it will not move – it’s only fair.
The middle of the road the blasted meat factory chooses.
Man and beast engaged in a fierce battle of “stare-you-down-first”.
If looks could kill….
‘One a pile of ashes for the Ganges’
The other….
‘A barbecued offering’
SILENCE blares through the street.
In slow motion I see.
The metal bump to the living rump.
A smile of victory.
Steel blades still send goose bumps over cattle hide.
Man rules over beast!
The four footed obstacle moves aside.
A dented bump and a hurting rump later. The motorist speeds away. Gloating inside.
Indian traffic anything BUTT..