The good vehicle

“2-Stroke gaadi raja gaadi houti hai” (2-Stroke vehicle is the King), the rickshaw-owner proclaimed as we snaked our way through the water puddles on the Hill Road. He was very interested in mocking at 4-Stroke auto-rickshaw owners, most of whom we saw fiddling with the rears of their vehicles, which broke-down in knee-deep water.

It was raining heavily, and I was in the company of Mr. Naushad (which I figured out from ‘NASHUAD’ sticker on the rear-view-mirror), for few minutes. He was more than happy with his vehicle, “4-Stroke gaadi ka engine ek baar khula, to paanch hazaar lagtey hain, par iss gaadi ka khula to…” (servicing cost for a 4-stroke vehicle is at least 5k, but for this one…) (a few seconds of silence followed, I don’t know why he presumed that I’d be having a good knowledge about 2-stroke engines, more specifically the ones used in Bajaj auto-rickshaws) “…jyada se jyada pandrah sau”(…at the most 1500).

A few taunts later, the gratified rickshaw-owner dropped a value-added me at Bandra station.
Downpours become more relishable with such encounters. 🙂

O tempora O mores

Catching the 0904 train from Borivali to get to office is where half of my energy goes, now-a-days. The whole procedure requires careful planning, and execution. I’m picking, and fast. 🙂

Proof is, the first 2 days I stood near the doorway partitions (with experience, I knew this location is better than being in the middle). People seem to have more energy and endurance at the start of the week. A 2D version of me got down at Santacruz. Bad idea, I thought.

The next day, when the train was to arrive, I positioned myself better, just behind the (first) row of the “pioneers” of the ordeal. I didn’t have much to do, just be careful enough not to bump into the grab pole to avoid being sliced. It’s also necessary to take a F1 turn on either side quickly; otherwise I would be pushed off the opposite door. I ended up between 2 rows of seats. Missed a seat by 1. Still a considerably good location, as I could block the fan’s gusts. Suffer you pioneers, although you got the seat, I shall have the air!

By the end of the first week, I was trained enough to get a seat. 🙂

It’s necessary that one must forget all the moral science lectures in such situations. I see the young ones grab the seat, while the elderly cling on to the little of the hand-holders that they get (like spider-man sans his powers).
Whenever conscience pricks me, I crush it by thinking, they-would-have-done-it-when-they-were-young.

But I really dislike people blocking the fan..tch!