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Looks like my cabbie tales get interesting each day. I met an interesting Taxi walah uncle the other day. After much persuasion of how I would have to walk at least half a kilometer in the hot sun and more jazz, he agreed to drop me home.

Well this cab-walah uncle was full of tales to tell. He not only complained about how the traffic had increased, abused the traffic policemen and sneered at every other 'badi' or 'big' car on the road, every 30 seconds he took a quick peak in the mirror to style his 'Veerappan-style' moustache. Vanity, my friends, makes one do a lot of strange things. 
After a while, bored out of my wits and baking in the non-ac cab, I pretended to doze off while he continued yapping. Suddenly, he turned around and exclaimed, "Lo bhai, deklo, ajab duniya hai! Itni laambi gaadi aur baithne wale sirf do! Kaisa zamana aa gaya hai!"
Dumbstruck, my first reaction was to think of us, him and me, sitting in this tiny Maruti 800 cab! But be…

Auto-Cabbie Woes...

Imagine a bright, windy (read 'chilly' to me) Sunday morning when hubby and I decide to walk along the Shivaji park area. We hop onto a bus, reach Plaza and walk it down to the beach. After some not-so-brisk walking, pointing and laughing at some people (even you'd do it, so chill) and mentally promising my self that next time I be here, I'd have a dog, we get into a cab to go eat.

After a non consequential drive to the eatery, Mysore Cafe ( we ate tonnes of things here), and a few lazy sighs that indicated the ride back home was to be a cab, we hopped back into one. The enthusiastic cabby opened the door for us even before we could tell him where we wanted to go. So we get in and say 'Everad nagar'. He pauses and looks at us through his mirror and says, "Arre Sahab! U- turn maar kar jana hoga..." We then confirmed if he wanted to take us, to this he nodded in consent and sped us away.

Well, here is where the actual thing begins. While the cabby did …