A cynical solution for Bombay's traffic woes

I am pondering over a solution for Bombay's traffic woes.

The footpaths of Bombay are proportionally shared between the illegal migrants to our city and the illegal hawkers.This leaves pedestrians no place to walk, our squatter and hawker friends having taken over most part of the road.

We do not believe in the concept of parking lots, since we have to pay and park.So we have taxi's, autorickshaw's, private cars jostling for parking space on every motorable road, preferably near a busy commercial or resedential area, leading to our way of life - Traffic Jams.

Great.

So we create flyovers and elevated roads for vehicular traffic.
The roads are then left for the pedestrians.
Foothpaths are renamed to hawkpaths, as it is we do not have them.

No traffic jams till the hawkers are allowed to invade the elevated roads and flyovers.Happy Driving (till then)in Bombay.

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