Hello Sir Rickshaw,
A very conscious attempt being made here to drop the middle class sobriquet ‘Walahs’ for reasons morethan certain.Just like the Sania-Shoaib wedding expenditure weighed a little lesser than the latter’scountry’s total economic worth, your fare hike makes me wonder if gold and real estate are the only things really worth investing on.*Gujrati part of South Indian brain glees at the business prospect ofRickshaw voucher now*Also your whimsical behaviour makes me draw comparisons here.And quite strangely the parallels I draw are from my own Engineering world.Do you know when you outright deny me a ride even at theremotest mention of the word ’Station’, I am very strangely reminded of my drawing teacher back inSemester 2 who very nonchalantly refused signing my journal a day before submissions until I re-drewjust about 3 drawing sheets all over again. And like every other resilient Mumbaikar/Engineer, I am/wasforced to accept my fate. Also, the expression that graces your face on me asking for a benevolent fullypaid lift to Powai is ‘MasterCard Priceless’. Simply because it gives me a fair idea of how I might haveappeared to the External faculty when he bade me farewell with a ‘See you again, next year’.
Talking about whims, your intellect also reminds me of another whimsical species, film celebreties.I amabsolutely awestruck when you retort with a smart ‘Traffic bahut hai’ when asked as to what stops youfrom leaving me home.Darling, you must realize that irrespective of the traffic, our parents expect ushome and the government dear classifies you as public transport, which means you are meant to helpmiddle class junta who cannot afford a vehicle (not to forget liquid gold they call Petrol) reach homewhere waiting parents/wives will speculate all day as to why their kid/Husbands reach home a nice 2hour 45 mins than it should ideally take.Here I am tempted to start writing another open letter to Aniluncle on his metro work.I will resist and not digress.
Sir Rickshaw, please return.This is your only chance.It is said by 2012, the city’s population will close todouble which means alomost all roads are to disappear from this city and they will only be people.All isforgotten.We will accept you with the Rakhi Sawant Poster on the backseat and also Mr Reshammiya’s music.
Adhitya Iyer.
I am sure you must have restrained yourself from writing a lot more. The situation is appalling.