A set of wheels to call my own

This is my Innova. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Innova and it's driver are my best friends. They are my life. My driver must master it as I must master my life. My Innova, without me in the back seat, is useless. Without my Innova or it's driver, I am useless. We must ride my Innova true. We must drive faster than the traffic that is trying to dent us. We must pass them before they pass us. We will...

My Innova and myself know that what counts in this traffic jam is not the passes we make, the noise of our diesel engine, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the rate of progress that counts. We will find a way...

My Innova is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, my driver will learn it as a brother. He will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its dials and its folding rear seats. I will ever guard it against the ravages of monsoon weather and collision damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. My driver will keep my Innova clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before the Ganesha idol on the dashboard, I swear this creed. My Innova and myself are the defenders of my family. We are the masters of Bangalore roads. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until roads are ours and there is no traffic, but peace!