On my third day in Mumbai, I realized that the Auto wala was duping me into an alternate route. While the meter was not pocket burning, as it is in Bangalore to travel from M to G of MG road, I didn't like being taken advantage of.
Anyways, my fun started when I got into this Taxi, and reconfirmed with him that I was duped. He laughed and began this conversation. I try my best to narrate in "Amchi Mumbai cha Basha"
Drivr - "Sahb, yeh sab bahar se aakr yahan gaadi nahin chala sakthe, apun ko dekho abhi, yahaan jaise chalthe hain, galf (Gulf) main bhi aise chala diya. Char baar pakde the. Wahan pe samne camera, piche camera, kuch bhi karo tho pakde jaoge."
Moi - "Accha, Kahan the aap"
Drivr - "Kawait (Kuwait) me the sahb, Bahut strict he. Magar Aish hai saab. Theen cheez mast hai wahan pe. Paise, Kaana Peena aur ladkiyan."
Moi - "Accha? Tho Wapas Kyun aiye?"
Drivr - "Ghar aur biwi ke bina kya karne ka hai sahb. Paise sab kuch nahin hota na Sahb (*boing*) Ab deko, wahan pe ladkiyan har jaga se aathi hain, unko timepass karna hai, English Hindi kuch bhi chaltha hai, par end mein apne ko kyun yeh sab leke baitne ka wahan pe"
Moi - Par paise tho acche honge na?
Drivr - Haan saab. Pure zameen me petrol hai. Mere Set ne Biwi ke bathroom banane ke liye London se do gore ko bulaya tha. Apun tho unko roz leke aatha tha, aur fir 5 star me drop karke atha tha. Sirf Bathroom banene ke liye.
Moi - Wah. (At this point I decide to keep mum on my Gulf Stints ) Par jo bhi karo, wahan pe tho hum bahar wale hi hain na.
Drivr - "abhi dekho sahb, life tho mast hai. eK dinar matlab 185 rupees hotha hai. Sabse jyaada value hotha hai Kuwaiti Dinar, fir Bahrain, fir Euro, aur pound aur fir dollar. Aur him logon ka na, wahan pe Civil card hotha hai. Beech road main Mamu rok-ke puchega "Show me your civil card". Nahin hai tho seeda Jail, or next din bina passport ka seeda ghar ko bej dega government flight pe."
Moi - Itna Strict? Phir bhi yaad tho aathi hogi
Drivr - Haan sahb. Magar baki sab mast hai. Kya Khaate the wahan pe. Ae itna bada bada basmati chawal (gestures to his finger) aur itna bada mota murgi. Chawal India se atha tha sahb, magar yahan woh nahin miltha. Aur murgi sab thailand, e itna bada bada (something like 4 hand fulls) . Main apke jaise hata katha tha sahb.
Moi - Ha ha ha. Mere jaise?
By that time apun ka...err I had arrived at the spot. I thanked him, and he wished me well and we went our own separate ways.
M
PS: No he was not from God's Own Country. He was a Marathi Manoos.
Anyways, my fun started when I got into this Taxi, and reconfirmed with him that I was duped. He laughed and began this conversation. I try my best to narrate in "Amchi Mumbai cha Basha"
Drivr - "Sahb, yeh sab bahar se aakr yahan gaadi nahin chala sakthe, apun ko dekho abhi, yahaan jaise chalthe hain, galf (Gulf) main bhi aise chala diya. Char baar pakde the. Wahan pe samne camera, piche camera, kuch bhi karo tho pakde jaoge."
Moi - "Accha, Kahan the aap"
Drivr - "Kawait (Kuwait) me the sahb, Bahut strict he. Magar Aish hai saab. Theen cheez mast hai wahan pe. Paise, Kaana Peena aur ladkiyan."
Moi - "Accha? Tho Wapas Kyun aiye?"
Drivr - "Ghar aur biwi ke bina kya karne ka hai sahb. Paise sab kuch nahin hota na Sahb (*boing*) Ab deko, wahan pe ladkiyan har jaga se aathi hain, unko timepass karna hai, English Hindi kuch bhi chaltha hai, par end mein apne ko kyun yeh sab leke baitne ka wahan pe"
Moi - Par paise tho acche honge na?
Drivr - Haan saab. Pure zameen me petrol hai. Mere Set ne Biwi ke bathroom banane ke liye London se do gore ko bulaya tha. Apun tho unko roz leke aatha tha, aur fir 5 star me drop karke atha tha. Sirf Bathroom banene ke liye.
Moi - Wah. (At this point I decide to keep mum on my Gulf Stints ) Par jo bhi karo, wahan pe tho hum bahar wale hi hain na.
Drivr - "abhi dekho sahb, life tho mast hai. eK dinar matlab 185 rupees hotha hai. Sabse jyaada value hotha hai Kuwaiti Dinar, fir Bahrain, fir Euro, aur pound aur fir dollar. Aur him logon ka na, wahan pe Civil card hotha hai. Beech road main Mamu rok-ke puchega "Show me your civil card". Nahin hai tho seeda Jail, or next din bina passport ka seeda ghar ko bej dega government flight pe."
Moi - Itna Strict? Phir bhi yaad tho aathi hogi
Drivr - Haan sahb. Magar baki sab mast hai. Kya Khaate the wahan pe. Ae itna bada bada basmati chawal (gestures to his finger) aur itna bada mota murgi. Chawal India se atha tha sahb, magar yahan woh nahin miltha. Aur murgi sab thailand, e itna bada bada (something like 4 hand fulls) . Main apke jaise hata katha tha sahb.
Moi - Ha ha ha. Mere jaise?
By that time apun ka...err I had arrived at the spot. I thanked him, and he wished me well and we went our own separate ways.
M
PS: No he was not from God's Own Country. He was a Marathi Manoos.
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