Gonna miss it
Crazytown
My time here is winding down, that's probably the most persistent thing on my mind.
Classic rickshaw driver story
So....after a few beers at dinner I could'nt find one to take me back ( they're a little scarce after 9 or so)...I finally found one
"90 Rupees"
Not caring anymore I just hopped in and laughed a bit...India is the the only place where someone can cahrge you two bucks and you know you're being blatently ripped-off.
We had a good spirited conversation...I in broken Hindi , he in broken English.
His name was Raj
"Means King right?"
>> "Ah but I am no king...am badh!"
"Badh?"
>>"I charge you 90 rupees, I badh!"
"Yeah ...you're a baaaad man ( half laugihing)...so how about 30?"
>> "Nahi 90!....no worry, not only you , I charging everyone more!Many friends and money I am having. Many tourists, many monyies"
Hilarious....
He's just smiling and swinging around the whole time to talk, driving recklessly. Telling me how much he rips people off for...
>> "Hotel Meridian..malum hei?"
"Yeah I know...down by the train right?"
>> "Waiting there ...morning...many tourists, many monyies"
Then we stopeed at a ricksahw garage ( I use the term 'garage' in the loosest sense of the word)...he needed to trade some wires for some other wires....
and yell at someone a bit....whatever....this kind of thing used to upset me....now I know where I am, so I just light a cigarete....and kick back.
But once we pulled out of the rickshaw garage, he got onto the wrong side of the road.
"Hey Raj....buddy, I don't need to tell you, we just hopped the meridian, WRONG SIDE!"
>> "Ah no worry....is my style!"
( starts singing some awful hindi tune and swerving on and off the shoulder on the road as everyone beeps at us)....
>>"la lala la la la ...la la la lala"
"Your style is very ...crazy...."
>>"Go 2 kilometer then U-Turn...waste petrol, plenty space on road, see here!"
As I got out and checked my pulseI wasn't even upset about any of it...in fact I could hardly stop lauging.... I then realized....
awww.....crazytown, I'm gonna miss you.
What's going to liven up my mornings and evenings without the rickshaw?
What about my wallah, cleaning the place and doing my laundry for $20 a month?
Where will all those ultra-attendant waiters be? (They insist on serving it from the serving bowl to your plate, it's all they can do to keep from tripping over eachother. They'd put the food in your mouth and massage your jaw if you let them,)
Seriously ....I can't make up these stories.
My life is going to be sooo boring after this.
My time here is winding down, that's probably the most persistent thing on my mind.
Classic rickshaw driver story
So....after a few beers at dinner I could'nt find one to take me back ( they're a little scarce after 9 or so)...I finally found one
"90 Rupees"
Not caring anymore I just hopped in and laughed a bit...India is the the only place where someone can cahrge you two bucks and you know you're being blatently ripped-off.
We had a good spirited conversation...I in broken Hindi , he in broken English.
His name was Raj
"Means King right?"
>> "Ah but I am no king...am badh!"
"Badh?"
>>"I charge you 90 rupees, I badh!"
"Yeah ...you're a baaaad man ( half laugihing)...so how about 30?"
>> "Nahi 90!....no worry, not only you , I charging everyone more!Many friends and money I am having. Many tourists, many monyies"
Hilarious....
He's just smiling and swinging around the whole time to talk, driving recklessly. Telling me how much he rips people off for...
>> "Hotel Meridian..malum hei?"
"Yeah I know...down by the train right?"
>> "Waiting there ...morning...many tourists, many monyies"
Then we stopeed at a ricksahw garage ( I use the term 'garage' in the loosest sense of the word)...he needed to trade some wires for some other wires....
and yell at someone a bit....whatever....this kind of thing used to upset me....now I know where I am, so I just light a cigarete....and kick back.
But once we pulled out of the rickshaw garage, he got onto the wrong side of the road.
"Hey Raj....buddy, I don't need to tell you, we just hopped the meridian, WRONG SIDE!"
>> "Ah no worry....is my style!"
( starts singing some awful hindi tune and swerving on and off the shoulder on the road as everyone beeps at us)....
>>"la lala la la la ...la la la lala"
"Your style is very ...crazy...."
>>"Go 2 kilometer then U-Turn...waste petrol, plenty space on road, see here!"
As I got out and checked my pulseI wasn't even upset about any of it...in fact I could hardly stop lauging.... I then realized....
awww.....crazytown, I'm gonna miss you.
What's going to liven up my mornings and evenings without the rickshaw?
What about my wallah, cleaning the place and doing my laundry for $20 a month?
Where will all those ultra-attendant waiters be? (They insist on serving it from the serving bowl to your plate, it's all they can do to keep from tripping over eachother. They'd put the food in your mouth and massage your jaw if you let them,)
Seriously ....I can't make up these stories.
My life is going to be sooo boring after this.
