On the one hand we have chaps who wear their helmets on their elbows while riding their bikes, and on the other hand we have chaps who wear their helmets and walk into a store or restaurant since they have no time to remove it.
I don't think there is another developed nation like ours where its citizens have utter disregard towards safety. You ask them to wear the seat belt in your car and they stare and you acting as if you have asked them to stab themselves through their hearts.
There is an aunt while seeing us off who snickers saying "why the seat belts? do you have to pay a $50 fine?" Obviously she has been to the US where she has her daughter, and where they wear their seat belts because they have to pay a fine. I remind of a friend of theirs who is paralysed from the waist down during a car accident, everyone else in the car walked away with no injuries. None of them were wearing seat belts, but if she was wearing she wouldn't be in a wheel chair today. That aunt gets a stunned look when I remind her of that friend of theirs and keeps her mouth shut.
There is an uncle who when asked to belt up by me says "Oh so it is a rule here now!" for which I serve him a rather caustic sermon on how we don't care for our own safety. He then goes on to say how the helmet wearing rule is a conspiracy between the Govt and helmet manufacturers. And instantly regrets it after listening to me second more caustic sermon.
Then there is an uncle who tells us that in Cochin they enforce the seat belt rule. And how he was once stopped. And how he said that buses should also have seat belts, and that Cochin with its clogged roads [and max speed of 20 kmph as per him
] doesn't require seat belts. All this he delivers to the local constable who has stopped him, in the hope that the constable is able to abolish the seat belt rule. The constable unfortunately is unable to do any such thing. So our high moral ground uncle bribes the constable Rs 100 and drives away.
The same uncle's wife tells us with utter shock the way Mangloreans drive. I whisper to my wife that most of the time, chaps on the wrong side of the road, happen to bear KL
registration plates [same place that the uncle is from]. Two days later another relation who is driven by the afore said uncle comes back and narrates with utter shock the abhorring way in which the said uncle drives.