Chandigarh Chaos (The Horn Symphony)

Verse 1 We’re rollin’ down the boulevard, two lanes painted neat, But somehow there’s a convoy stretchin’ four cars deep. Scooters slalom like they’re late for their own weddin’, While auntie on the back seat’s adjustin’ her dupatta, spreadin’. Dad’s drivin’, mom’s holdin’ baby number three, Little brother’s on the tank like a hood ornament VIP. One wrong twitch and we’re all meetin’ destiny— Welcome to Chandigarh, where physics takes a knee! Chorus Honk honk, beep beep, get the hell outta my way! I’m in the fifth lane, baby, on the damn footpath today! Rules are just suggestions, painted lines are cute, We got families on two wheels doin’ death-defyin’ loops! HONK if you’re alive, HONK if you’re barely survivin’, In this beautiful mess we call traffic divin’! Verse 2 Sidewalk? That’s reserved for the speedy two-wheel fleet, Pedestrians? Please, they’re just mobile speed bumps, sweet. Auto-rickshaw cuts you off with a victory grin, While a cow in the middle lane says “make me move, I dare ya, kin.” Indicators? Optional. Mirrors? Decorative art. Brakes are for the weak—real men just honk from the heart. Signal light turns green? That’s the starter pistol, friend— Floor it like tomorrow’s cancelled, this is how we blend! Bridge Yes hello, uncle in the Alto, I see your entire bloodline on that Enfield. Very impressive. Very aerodynamic. Ma’am on the Activa doing 70 in a 40— your pallu is flapping like a battle flag, respect. Final Chorus Honk honk, beep beep, welcome to the circus show! Four lanes in two, plus scooters on the go-go-go! We don’t need traffic lights, we got pure survival instinct, And a soundtrack of horns that’ll drive a saint to drink! Chandigarh traffic—where patience comes to die, But damn if we ain’t all still alive… barely… hi-five!