Rickshaaaaa ssss

In the chaotic symphony of Indian transportation, the rickshaw emerges as the unsung hero of the streets – a three-wheeled chariot of triumph or, as I like to call it, the 4 by 4 for the bold. Sure, you may sacrifice your hairstyle to the winds and acquire a face mask of fumes mixed with dust, but the exhilaration is unparalleled!

Behold the 'rickshaw walla', our knight in shining armour amidst traffic jams. With a swift gear change and fearless maneuvering on the wrong side of the road, he transforms a gridlock into a seamless escape, leaving passengers with a mix of dread and admiration. In those moments, shutting your eyes becomes a hopeful prayer for safe arrival.

Navigating Pune, I've discovered the perpetual traffic jam opposite Pune University. Is it due to studious rebels bunking lectures, causing a perpetual traffic saga? Hmmmmm,only God or perhaps the dean knows the answer.

This university gridlock triggered memories of college mischief, like the day I abandoned anatomy dissection for a thrilling game of carrom in our common room. The dean caught us red-handed, crushing my dreams of being a college student with an' I care a damn attitude!"

Back to the present, a blaring horn disrupted my nostalgic reverie. With traffic lights glowing red, I questioned the impatient driver's honking strategy, suggesting he might scare the lights into an early change. The bewildered driver, if only for a moment, silenced his horn, leaving me contemplating the need for a universal

"HORN NOT OK" sign on all trucks.

As the lights turned green, my rickshaw walla embraced the chaos, darting through traffic, sometimes on the wrong side. In the whirlwind of Indian transport, one can't help but marvel at the peculiar charm that makes every journey an adventure....

MKP

4/1/2024

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