Now I ve heard everything. Dishkeeeewwww !!!! (the sound of the bullet fired) and sssppplaat !! (the sound of a hole in the brain). I really wanna shoot those bastards. Alright.. now that my anger is partially vented, and also that people have by and far realized that I have a personal vendetta against this particular group of gentlemen, let the description roll.
My cousin was moving to Pune this past week by an evening train from Majestic. All set with his luggage, he asks me, ‘Bro.. Could you drop me to this nearest auto stand ?’ I wanna ask him ‘Do you wish to spoil my evening bro?’ But then I leave it at that and kindly oblige. So I put the luggage (including him) on my bike and drive to the nearest auto stand about half-a-kilometer away from my house.
It is a sight to behold. About 5 auto parked in a straight line, one behind the other, the auto walas all gathered around the nearest pan galla (somehow I feel either the pan waala finds the auto stand or the auto walas hire a pan wala wherever they decide to set up their so called den) joking and laughing and having fun. Suddenly I get a feeling that the country is on its progressive curve with even everyone happy and content. I am not offended, not visibly.. not yet.
So I go up to this group gather near the galla and make an eye contact with one of the inglorious bastards. ‘Majestic’ I utter… he smiles.. now I am offended… ‘185’ he utters in English.. I ask him to put the meter and to that.. the gentleman says ‘Sir.. it’s a weekend… a Saturday.. I wont get another savari’.
Now I ve heard everything….
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