D-AUTO-WALAS of India

I dedicate this blog to the most convenient vehicle of all the time and to our Super Drivers D-AUTO-WALAS of India. Yes you guys are guessed it correctly I am talking about the great Indian Auto Rickshaws. I am penning down various incidents that occurred with me and few of my friends while travelling in an Auto(Auto Rickshaw) and characteristic of Auto-walas in different States in India. I would request all you guys to share your experience and comments too.
MUMBAI RICKSHAWala: I would rank them highest among all of their breed because of three reasons a) justified fare rates 2) commitment toward work 3) their Honesty.
Law of Meter rules the city of Mumbai. You don’t have to tell specifically ‘Bhaiya Meter se chalo’ even in your dreams unlike the other cities. Commuting in Mumbai at times can became really painful specially if there is a strike or sudden band supported by some or other political parties.
Recently there was a sudden band and I had to go out urgently for some work. No Auto, Taxi was ready as the band supporters may smash their vehicle. After much waiting one aged gentleman agreed. He said “Madam you have to give me ` 80 and I will drop you do your destination one matter what”. After we travel a few yards some guys tried to stop the Rickshaw, they had lathees and cricket bats in their hands. I was really scared but the man told “you don’t worry and don’t come out of the vehicle and I will take cares of this guys”. He shouted back at them “Don’t even dare to think about doing any harm to my vehicle or hurt my passenger”, there was a strange courage and intensity in the old man’s voice. All the guys move back making a safe passage of the Rickshaw to pass.
Once I was traveling from Mumbai to Navi Mumbai. One had to change Rickshaw while entering into the new city. When I was just about to reach my apartment, I realize that I missed my folder with my Original certificates in the previous rickshaw. I neither had vehicle number nor my folder was having my name and address. I became more worried as the folder was having all the certificates starting from my Class X to the latest job experience letter. So I decided to go back to the point from where I hauled the Auto ( Powai near Human Mandir). I went there and start enquiring randomly to rickshaws standing there. They inform me that there is rickshaw union in powai ( near the mandir itself ) where drivers deposit all the items which customers missed placed in their rickshaws and you can go there and enquiry there. I went there and to my greatest relief I got my folder back. The Driver had deposited it and went.
I will write about the KOLKATA RICKSHAWala (very sweet but all know too much of sweet is really really injurious to health),BANGALORE RICKSHAWala (Severely suffering from identity crisis ),DELHI RICKSHAWala ( Most courageous & Outsmart among the breed), SMALL TOWN RICKSHAWala ( Mostly School drop outs , Unemployed youths with rickshaw fare comparable to real estate property is some states) in coming blogs as it was getting too long and I didn’t like too long a blog. 

Njoi and feel Gud Abt D things U have instead of waiting for happiness to come

I was trying very hard to relocate myself from Mumbai to Delhi. I was getting interview calls from Delhi but nothing concrete happened. I was not happy with the job and in personal front also I was tried and very disturbed. For me it was like I m in a dark forest in the middle of the night and don’t know which direction to go. With no lights not much hopes from life.
Suddenly one fine day I got a call from a good friend of mine and so I decided to travel to Pune one fine morning and return back in the evening
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I met that friend and he gave me a very nice book while going back. I took my seat in the bus and started looking into the book “EMPIRE OF INDUS”. I was so engrossed in my book that I didn’t release that someone came and sat next to me until a soft voice ask me “excuse me can I have the look on book you are reading”. I turned around to see, a lady in her late forties was sitting beside me. I looked for a while smiled back to her and said “It’s Empire of Indus”. She was wearing Red Kurti (Indian shirt) and Blue denims with big glasses on her face. Her hair was neatly dyed with small bindi (sticker) in her forehead. She was not very fair complexioned. There was something about the lady that I really liked and decided to talk to her for a while. I asked her if she is alone. She was travelling alone and she travels frequently between the two cities. She narrated two stories to me and I really have no idea why she chooses to do so.
First one goes like this
There was a very famous spiritual guru and every day lot of people use to meet him and ask about their about the future, past, grievance etc. There was one lady wife of some senior government official asking guru when her husband will be transferred to a particular town and they will shift there. They were trying very hard and she does not like the current place at all. She asked the guru to pray for her husband’s transfer. Guru told her to enjoy wherever she is and not to creep about her husband being not transferred to her desired location. But she kept on insisting and coming every week and asking the same thing. After one year her Husband got transferred to her desired place but within the first week their eldest son died near their new apartment in a Road accident!!!!
The lady told me to “enjoy and feel good about the things you have instead of waiting for happiness to come”.

I started doing it now and I really feel relaxed and moving to Delhi was just out of my mind now and now after 4months I m in Bangaluru far far away from DELHI.
I know you guys waiting for the second story that I will share next time: )

One more Time …

Yeah I know it has been a long time now that I have not speak out of my heart through my blogs. But I Know it’s the right time now to write down my feelings. Over the last one year, I have seen a very different side of life. But very amazing fact about life I have learned and I felt liking share some incidents which really gave me a new way of looking into different things. So i welcome you all for my second innings and I will never destroy the spirit of life in me

One more Time …