When I was a kid visiting family in Bangalore, a motorcycle hit the rickshaw we were in. The rickshaw driver and motorcyclist stopped right where they were, in

When I was a kid visiting family in Bangalore, a motorcycle hit the rickshaw we were in. The rickshaw driver and motorcyclist stopped right where they were, in a large (4-6 lane?) roundabout, and proceeded to argue with each other for a couple minutes. I still have no idea what they were saying, but the motorcyclist eventually picked up his bike and left in a huff. For his part, the rickshaw driver got back in, kicked a huge dent out of the sheet metal on his rickshaw, and we set off again.