Each stage in a man's life seems to be connected to a different mode of transport, atleast in the 21st century. A toddler cycles, then walks, but by the time he hits late teenage years, he insists on getting a motor vehicle. Once he or she has cinched their position in the career network, they cannot be travelling in anything short of a four-wheeler, and a swanky one at that. Reaching one's workplace becomes a strut and not a stroll. Hardly anyone remembers the good old days of walking for miles to reach one's destination. Modes of travel are no more about utility. They are status symbols by means of which we arrogantly combust our low-running fossil fuels.

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