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Delhi is a dimly lit parking lot masquerading as a city

[This is a ridiculous news story]

Delhi: The complaining voices are getting shriller. Cars are increasingly annoyed by the usurpers called humans who are encroaching their territory. It is a bad time to be a car, many say. They look back to a time when a car could go 10 feet without having to break (legs of pedestrian humans and dogs).
A visibly upset old Ambassador was shouting "Get off our roads" picketing in front of the gate that separated the largely parking lot city that belonged to cars and the small ramshackle settlement earmarked for humans and dogs.

"The mindless humans keep on throwing themselves onto us" barked a young Swift Dzire, eying an opportunity to be in the limelight of my esteemed journalistic magnificence. "They very well know that roads are for cars... along with any open space, footpaths, potholes, alley ways and the first few steps to any house. Yet they keep on treading on our territory."

The weaker section of humans have been trying hard to lobby in  UN for recognition of their rights to the holy land, but so far cars have thwarted any such attempt with sanctions and frequent road rage. The holy land in question has historically been inhabited by humans. However, with the setup of offices of major car companies a few decades ago, cars now assert their ownership of the holy land by virtue of their Uzi, Jericho & Glocks.

A young human across the fenced border braved toxic car farts to get across his story to me, but his voice was drowned out by car horns and revving.
Yet, it is amusing that many humans still believe that they are in control of the capital city. That they can walk to places - not having stepped out of their 'conveyance ki convenience' in last 30 years.

Only traffic jams would tell in due course of pile up, whether Delhi is a holy parking lot or a city for humans.

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