Hailing an Autorickshaw In Mumbai ,Is It Really Worth The Trouble ……..
Those Black-Yellow 3 wheeled things fly past you … its raining ,you say woah!!!! a lil’ while later you feel something warm on your hand ,you look closely its brown ummm!!! a big drop umm!!! you wonder is it raining chocolate ha! ,umm!!! wait a sec wahhhh!!!! …. you take a look at yourself OMFG!!!! you were just splashed …… you were just fucking splashed … mother lovin’ …. ***** he just splashed muck on you ,that son of a ….. *** …. ……., anyways thats not the point I am posting this post for.
You just got down from that fucking “sardine can” called the mumbai local train … you are tired thanks to all that sweat culmination and belly wrestling you get to do in that tin can … . . you attack the first rickshaw your eyes fall on ,tell the driver dude I gotta go to xyz and he replies ………………… no wait he doesnt really reply ,rather a blurt resembling a goat ”naaaahi”!!!
You try another and then another and then another and then another … .. … same fucking reply they are ethier zombies or programmed bots ,in frustration you give a finger to one of these species and go walk off to your destination… ..
You get to your building all sweaty and tired only to find the elvator broken down ,apparently you live on the top floor …. you somehow reach your flat…. heart in hand pounding faster than that rickshaw engine… .. .. .. .
You look out of that window try catching your breath back ….
You gaze down the road you see another poor soul waving at random rickshaws …. ..
