RAGING MACHINES - MUMBAI AUTOS
If your faith in the the lord is wavering - take an auto ride to the suburbs of Mumbai. You get to experience the raging testosterone of the autowallas expressed in their speed. And in that moment of maddening speed, overtaking cars, not killing jaywalkers, breaking signals and pulling and pushing you with his power accelerator - you can renew your faith.
Catching an auto itself is a routine. First you need to get his attention, which is like praying for an audience with him. Tentatively you extend your hand hoping to get his attention and that he mercifully slows down to hear your plea.
He might slow down Or cross your path - without eye contact (depending on the sins that you have committed). It is amazing as to how they could just pretend to not see a grown adult in an empty street, with arms stretched out - yelling places - andheri, ghatkopar, borivalli....and continue moving in an empty auto on a empty street to godknowswhere.
Smart auto catchers quickly adjust to the situation by looking past the autofellow pretending to catch the next one - which as mr. murphy would predict the auto would definitely be full.
I have memories of my school days of the rickshaw bhaiya (no stereo-typing slur intended) who used to be an ignorer - but now that he is also a racer is new to me.
That which doesn't kill you makes you reach faster!
Swerving and speeding, hitting potholes with a vengeance, he literally lives on the edge. The passenger is someone whom he tolerates - they are the necessary evil as they pay for the trip. Left alone, he'd prefer to fly on his own.
"Something similar to this"
Lot of people prefer to relax and meditate in quiet harmonious surroundings.
But that's not for me. I gingerly sit in the corner of the auto, close my eyes, focus on my breathing, try to block the surroundings (read honking and swerving) and not get alarmed when he brakes suddenly and I almost fall on his lap.
That's "Nirvana in an Autorickshaw" for you
Picture Courtesy: MTV & Beingbindas.wordpress