The year was 1994.
I had never seen anything like it before. The roads were chaotic. A bullock cart was crossing the road while a pile of cars continued honking endlessly. The tricycle taxis filled with passengers sped at the roundabout, ignoring the red lights. Cows and wild boars walked the same road, together with loads of vehicles and pedestrians.
Here I was, sitting at the back of the Ambassador, travelling from New Delhi to Agra. Sandwiched in the middle, between two other travelers, I had a very clear view of the road and its surroundings. I enjoyed the view, but, deep in my heart, seeing how chaotic the situation was, I prayed silently that I would reach Agra in one piece.
Endless stream of oncoming traffic, seemingly, at high speed driving straight towards the puny Ambassador, frightened the wit of me. I noticed that the drivers were driving in the middle of the road in order to avoid the pedestrians, cyclists and animals. And, out of necessity too, I suppose, as the roads were narrow. The two way road certainly was treated as a one way. I just closed my eyes whenever the trucks, buses and cars passed by; hoping for the best.
I, soon, realized that amidst the chaos on the road, the drivers followed a set of agreed rules which must have been passed down from generation to generation.
Firstly, I noticed that, when the vehicles were about one km apart, the drivers started signaling each other by flashing the headlights in, what appeared to be, agreed rhythm. The oncoming drivers flashed once, and the Ambassador’s driver, then, flashed twice, in response. At about 500 meters apart, the oncoming drivers flashed twice and the Ambassador’s driver flashed thrice, in response.
Secondly, at about 50 meters apart, the Ambassador’s driver gave a long flashing of his headlight and touched his brake for a short time while pulling his car to the left. At the same time, the oncoming driver, flashed, braked and pulled his vehicle to the right to avoid the collision that I had expected to happen. And as they passed each other safely, both drivers gave deafening five second honks to each other and smiled. These sequences of events were repeated with each passing vehicle.
My heart was in my mouth literally on this New Delhi to Agra road.
Seeing how uncomfortable I was, the guide who sat to my left, remarked, “ Mr Rahim, don’t worry, our driver is very experienced on this road. He travelled here at least three times a week. You know what – Indian drivers are the best in the world!” “Just might be so,” I said, “but accidents do happen. It is wise to be more careful.” “Ahh….,” the Guide responded wistfully, “to drive in India, you need four things – good lights, good brakes, good honks and………. good luck!”
Fifteen years later, as I was listening to a CEO of a construction company, explaining his company misadventure in a foreign land, I couldn’t help thinking of my own ‘adventure’ on the New Delhi – Agra road. Is there a real comparison here – that the company failed not because they didn’t have the right strategy or the right people or the right tools, but, because they didn’t have any luck?
Or is it that the “luck” that the CEO is referring to is not actually luck, but, the foresight, unspoken and unwritten perhaps, of behaviors that people exhibited during chaotic situation to succeed? And, their failure in the foreign venture is really because of lack of foresight by the staff and management? Traffic on Indian roads is chaotic, but there are few accidents because drivers have foresight of how people would behave in the given situation!