travelling salesman

Posted on | June 29, 2009 | No Comments

okay.it is a plain and simple truth.even though i travel more than two thirds of my time,i am just plain terrified of travelling,especially when i am not driving the vehicle i am travelling in.now this creates quite a few problems,because i dont know how to drive even a car,much less an airplane.
whenever i have to fly,frank truth is i am scared,i like looking out of the windows,and hide my terror behind a stoic face which says flying is no big deal,and i do it everyday,just like everyone else in the plane,but like all of them,i also believe that the plane is just an oversized bus which somehow manages to fly.and i dont really trust those metal tubes.
same with cars.when the driver of my taxi zips on a highway at 90kmph,the only recurring thought in mind is that of the indica i saw on a highway back east which had tried to settle a point with a tractor and comeout the worse for it.and when he careens around a C-turn at 80kmph,never far from my mind is the bolero which i had seen making an attempt to mate with a bridge.the bridge,unfortunately,did not like the idea,and responded with stoic disdain,resulting in the bolero coming off somewhat the worse for wear.
and i am a travelling salesman.how will it look oh my tombstone if it says…”met his maker while his car mated a bridge!”

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