Yes amigo, it is the auto. The nation can deal with scams and natural disasters, but one day without autos, and you know that the world is in Kaliyuga stage.
My school memories are associated with the auto. The best place was right next to the driver uncle. The worst place was in the back with the class teacher or even worse, with the thick glasses, oily pony tailed, plump girl having a crush on you! Ofcourse, less the number of kids, more the chances of stopping for an ice cream, sponsored by the auto uncle. Plus, the usual fights in the back and ofcourse, the F1 like races with the other autos, especially important to win if the geeks and the first rankers of the class were travelling in it. Can't beat them in studies? Can definitely do so by auto race. That was and will always will be NEED FOR SPEED, LKG and PRIMARY version.
Ofcourse, the meter was always a bone of contention. It always seemed to be running more faster than Hurricane Sandy. That automatically led to arguments, haggling and a final cry as to what the country has come to, whether or not you have come to your destination or not. Ofcourse, you hardly spent time thinking about the shortcuts the auto guy took to ensure you reached on time, or how safely he drove.
And then, theres' always the sight of them wearing their uniforms when they spot a cop or a signal. And boy, when they put on the music, you don't care if its Bose or JBL, your ears just explode. Add to that the local Kannda style and the lines which don't make sense, the moment you get down, you know that the next trip is to NIMHAANS. Auto's are characteristic to our country as is the re-elected Obama to America. Hell, we even go to the voting centres in an auto, even if it means paying 1 and a half extra on that day, or after 9 PM, though it is 7 PM in the automan's bible.
So, buckle up, and enjoy the....oh wait! there's no seat belt next to the 5 feet open door. SHEESH!
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