Horny Indians

I have just returned home after an excruciating drive through the notorious city traffic and have realized yet again how horny we Indians are.
Now, please do not get me wrong. I usually do not think about sex while driving, at least not in terms of some dry sociological fact.
When I say horny, I refer to the propensity of an average Indian, while s/he is driving, to rely on his vehicle’s sound horn more than any thing else, including his driving skills.
While waiting at the traffic lights, God forbid if your reflexes fail you for even a nano-second when the light changes from red to green. Instantaneously, you would be chastised by a harsh symphony of sounding of all kinds of horns from all directions.
While actually moving, its your solemn responsibility to come up to the expectations of all your fellow-drivers in terms of maintaining speed, sticking to your lane etc. If you falter even a bit, a sharp rebuke of a short, powerful sounding of horn (akin to a rap on the knuckles) awaits you.
And then, what better way to proclaim your right to the road than an authoritative and gruff sounding of horn.
I sometimes wonder why do we need any brakes at all in our vehicles? Let the best horn win!