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Auto memoirs

30 Jan

Like I mentioned in this post, I travel by autos on weekdays. So there are a few memories – some good, some bad. I wanted to document them (Brainstorming for topics led me here :roll:)

Instance 1:

I accumulated some reward points credited by the employer over a period of time. I redeemed them to get myself a lunch bag inclusive of four containers. I was all excited to take the new bag which I got for free. (Free stuff titillates my nerves!) I packed rice and fish curry in two containers and proudly took the brand new lunch bag to office.

After picking Mantam form the day care, we got into an auto and as usual I kept their bag, my lunch bag and hand bag behind us. When we got down, I promptly forgot to pick my new lunch bag. I called Abbas (what else could I do?) Mantam on hearing me depressed, came to me. Tammu – It’s okay Mamma. Don’t be sad. Mannu – Mamma didn’t lose it Jaan bhooj ke na? So, don’t be sad

After more than 2 months, one day when I was waiting for an auto with Mantam, the same auto guy came and before we settled on the amount I could recognize his face. It was a Eureka moment for me. I said “I had left my lunch bag in your auto, remember???” The guy with a terrified face – “It was not me, it was not me” and left. :-!

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Instance 2:

An auto comes and he demands 60 bucks. I never travel for more than 50 bucks, so I refuse. He says “Ok, come sit”. I said “Only if 50 is okay with you, I’ll come. Else I’ll wait for another auto.” He -“Okay madam, come. I’ll put on the meter. I want to check how much it will actually cost” Me – “By all means”

My house is in 16th cross. This guy stops his auto at 8th cross and asks me to get down. I say – “I had said 16th cross. Why will I get down here?” He – “No you had said 8th cross” Finally he keeps murmuring and I don’t pay heed. He stops exactly at the beginning of 16th cross and refuses to move any further. By then the meter read only 25.

Me – “If you are not dropping me at my destination, I will pay you whatever reading the meter is showing”

By now he is furious, “This is an old meter. I need to check the conversion chart”

Me – “Okay fine, where is the chart?”

He – Very rudely  “Behind you, pass it on to me”

I oblige. He takes it and throws it on my face. “He – Why should I check the chart? Gimme 50 bucks and simply get down”

Frankly I was quite frightened by the looks on his face and also since Manta, were watching this and they too were stunned.

I got down immediately with Mantam and gave him his 50 bucks and yelled at him but to no avail. He turned a deaf ear and zoomed away.

On hindsight, I thought  shouldn’t have paid him at all. But then, I would have felt guilty by snatching his money away from him! I still remember the look on his face when he threw that piece of paper on me.

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Got into an auto, as usual dumped my bags behind. Auto wala goes “Arey, don’t keep the bags there. Don’t keep anything there” Me – “Why what happened?” He – “My child is sleeping there”

Whatttt???? I looked behind to see only a portion of the child’s head visible. It was neatly covered and tucked with a blanket. The child was not moving at all. I wanted to strike a conversation with the auto waala but he began abusing the fellow travellers and I didn’t like the way he spoke.

I was surprised that the child was not moving at all inspite of Mantam yapping away constantly.

Have you ever been in such a situation?

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Another day, three of casually chatting in the auto about our day’s events. Tammu suddenly says “I wanna do potty”

Me -“Arey, Tammu please control now. We’ll go home and do it”

Auto waala – “Madam, agar bachhe ko su su karna hai to main auto rok loon?

Me – “Nahi bhaiyya. Wo ghar mein jaake kar legi”

Auto waala – “Bachhe ko karne dijiye na?”

Me – “Nahi, usko su su nahi aa raha hai. Potty aa raha hai”

Auto waala – “Koi baat nahi. Thoda zyada time lagega. Hum wait kar lenge”

Me – “Nahi bhaiyya, waise bhi hamaare ghar pass pohonch hi rahe hain. Koi baat nahi.”

This person was very genuine and I liked the way he cared for his passengers.

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To end the post – Man-ism

Auto driver spits on the road.

Mannu: Mamma, this uncle spits on the road. He doesn’t have good manners na?

Me: Yes beta!

Mannu: Mamma, why don’t auto uncles wear seat belts while driving?

Me: Err.. Urm, Seat belts are mandatory for cars not autos.

Mannu: Why don’t they wear a helmet?

Me: Errr…. Helmets are mandatory for 2 wheeler riders as there is a risk of them falling in case they fall.

Mannu: (Spots a two wheeler guy passing by our auto sans a helmet) Look look Mamma, this uncle is not wearing a helmet.

Me: Errrrrrrr…. Yeah, let him travel a little further. There is a traffic police uncle near the signal. He will be caught.

When we reached the signal, that two wheeler was nowhere to be seen. I sighed. But it just so happened that another 2 wheeler passed with the rider not wearing a helmet.

Mannu: See Mamma, That uncle passed by but why didn’t traffic police uncle catch him?

Me: Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…. I guess police uncle looking in some other direction and might not have noticed 😛

(I guess when I was pregnant, I would have watched that movie where Paresh Raawal has a question mark on his forehead and asks questions to make othersa faint. Mannu has become an incessant question bank. Sigh!!!

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11 Comments

Posted by on January 30, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

11 responses to “Auto memoirs

  1. Anonymously Disguised

    January 31, 2013 at 5:22 am

    Oh boy some nerve that autowala had throwing the chart on your face 😡 I would have hopped mad but…I know sometimes in real situations we might not act the way we think we can 😦

    err that baby sleeping behind was really scary

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    • Seema

      April 25, 2013 at 11:40 pm

      Yeah, the sleeping baby ran chills down my spin. Specially since it stayed put inspite of Mantam’s constant and loud blabber along with the auto’s jerks and fellow vehicles’ honks 🙄

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  2. Ashwathy

    January 31, 2013 at 12:08 pm

    My God, you have had all sorts of experience in autos isn’t it?

    That second guy was really scary and rude. Yes in hindsight, you really shouldn’t have paid him anything beyond the meter. But then with two kids with you they will be the priotity.

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    • Seema

      April 25, 2013 at 11:44 pm

      Yes, the first thing I did was to land down safely from the auto with my mouth zipped. On hindsight, I too replayed the situation and came up with a hundred things that I could’ve done or said. But at that very moment, I was blank as I never expected such a behaviour 😦

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  3. ashreyamom

    January 31, 2013 at 2:29 pm

    auto experiences are always full of life.. good or bad, they make it worth discussion at home or office.. 🙂

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  4. R's Mom

    February 1, 2013 at 1:05 pm

    Some of these guys are so sweet na..and some of them are such a pain Gah!

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    • Seema

      April 25, 2013 at 11:52 pm

      Yes, there are both different varieties everywhere.

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  5. debolinarajagupta

    February 12, 2013 at 4:25 pm

    Quite a read! I enjoyed this one……thankfully, here in Mumbai, getting an auto is a breeze…Congos by the way, i nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award. you can find more details here
    http://mylittleoneandme-debolina-raja-gupta.blogspot.in/2013/02/presenting-liebster-blog-award.html
    I look forward to your link in my comment box for the related post….congos

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    • Seema

      April 25, 2013 at 11:57 pm

      Hi Debolina. Welcome here and thank you so much for the award. Will hop to the link. SOrry for the delay 😦

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  6. manasaprasad

    October 21, 2014 at 3:04 am

    The 3rd instance sounded creepy to me! Seriously!
    I’m glad u are recording the conversations u have with ur kids! U will cherish them.

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