Saturday, August 06, 2005

of kumbh mela in an auto rickshaw

mmm last night... probably the most hilarious incident i've had since quite a while beckoned me!

ammo and me meet up at bangalore central where we pick up groceries et al for ammo's place and reach baybee's aapis right in time for his deadline of 7:30, when he was to come down and join us to ammo's place...

out on residency rd, we end up getting 'rejected' by every rickshaw driver...

finally this good samaritan accepts to take us to ammo's place in cox town, but for 10 bucks extra on the meter... exhausted us, especially post the rejections, accept readily! mmm little did we know that this was the beginnin' of a whole lotta revelations

this old gentleman suddenly takes us all by surprise when he questions ammo and baybee, if i am their daughter! haha! well knowing cox town was a long way away, we decided to play on... and they said yes! this is where he began his talks of worldly experience...

firstly, he says we are a very happy family and should stay this way, but the kid is 'happier' and needs to have 4 spoons of honey as well as hot water every morn! to this i with a sullen face replied to auto driver grandpa, how can i dream of having all that when mommy and dada just indulge in callin each other honey all thru the day...

exit advice master enter now worldly wise amitabh bachchan wannabe auto driver grandpa

he says "bill gates, osama bin laden and sultan of brunei, all of them have a lotta money and come to us and say we'll give you all the money provided we give them 3 things. what are they?"

stumped all three of us don't answer and insist he answers, partly cuz his talkin was a whole lotta entertainment. after a lot a banter, where he says i answered a lot right and momma and dada fought over my intelligence being from either ones, we insisted he give us the answers. so mr. smart alec says they are time, experience and parents.

finally we get off the rickshaw, ammo all embarrassed, baybee bemused and me completely bawling with laughter (right usage?)

an interestingly hilarious experience, but it did make me ponder at the poor man's innocence. he actually meant a lot of sense, and the three things that he wanted, though seem all selfless and intelligent choices, are words from a naive mind. naive and untouched form the rat race, this driver seemed so childlike!

all in all another one of those "think-hard-about-life-before-life-leaves-you-with-nothing-to-think-about' moments...

6 Comments:

At 10:46 PM, Blogger Akshay said...

nice nice ROTFL

 
At 9:52 AM, Blogger Sanj said...

nice one :-)) I really liked the "untouched from the rat race" part - yeah we can never guess the kind of ordinary yet extraordinary people we often take for granted in India

 
At 12:18 AM, Blogger RS said...

Amazing narrated Sunu :) Hahaha, I bet ... its hilarious

 
At 10:48 PM, Blogger Jax said...

Hahaha!! I bet BayBee's face must have gone all red after this :D

 
At 2:26 AM, Blogger Sue said...

@ Nico

Heres some more of it

The telling has not been easy. One has to convey in a language that is not one's own the spirit that is one's own. One has to convey the various shades and omissions of a certain though-movement that looks maltreated in an alien language. I use the word 'alien', yet English is not really an alien language to us. It is the language of our intellectual make-up-like Sanskrit or Persian was before- but not of our emotional make-up. We are all instinctively bilingual, many of us writing in our own language and in English. We cannot write like the English. We should not. We cannot write only as Indians. We have grown to look at the large world as part of us. Our method of expression therefore has to be a dialect which will some day prove to be as distinctive and colourful as the Irish or the American. Time alone will justify it.

 
At 5:18 PM, Blogger Rohit Kumar said...

You .. Ammo's kid =)) wuhaHaHAAHaHAHaHAhAhAhAHAha

I mean thats some wild imagination yaar.. I understand Ammo might looking like someone;s mom, but you and her daughter :-O :-p

 

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