Fancy dresses, passionate crowd and loads to shop are the images
that catch our mind when we think of a metro city. I wouldn't aver
that my stay at the silicon valley of India has been all rosy but
surely eventful ! Plunging into the past few months I could reminisce
some of the lessons that I have learnt.
The day started as usual with me and my flat mate leaving for work.
I had forgotten to take my cell phone but did realize it soon enough
to get it back. So there were we at the auto/bus stand waiting for our
savior to guide our way amidst treacherous winding roads. It was
unusual but we could hardly descry an auto near the stand. Eventually
a bus stopped nearby and around 10 people came out of it which
made it manageable for us to get inside. As we got inside, the mob
popped back in. We could barely stand . Just then I realized
something was awry and rummaged through my belongings. To my
astonishment my cell was gone! The moment I reacted the mob
dispersed from the bus. Had I not taken my cell phone I would have
forestalled the loss. With the heavy heart I realized It was destined
to go.
The next day I learnt about the similar tactics employed by these
pick pockets but it was then too late. I had to learn it the hard way!
Another enamoring gift of our metro is our dear salesmen/women.
Its usually morning when they would greet us with their inordinate
money saving notions . Their contention truly amazes me. They
believe its not apt to buy gifts as and when needed but to buy and
later introspect whom to present it to.
Not once but several occasions I have met officious sales boy with
his impervious gift plans. I remember I had slept around 6 a.m when
'my friend' woke me up in the morning 9 a.m trying to sell a head
massager. I was vexed by his infringement into my dream world.
As I opened the door he asked me to shake hands! How often
do we shake hands with strangers... that too while half asleep......
solely driven by the desire to shoo the intruder.
Although I knew what he wanted but I still repeated the same old
question. He wasn't ready to reply until I did shake hands with him.
He took out his head massager and started massaging my head for
demonstration. Now that's some relief :). He kept on showing his
gadgets although I refused to show any interest in buying them. He
just wanted me to have a look instead of buying it ! yup this was his
noble idea. He reminded me of those somnolent lectures where one
can neither sleep nor listen but is physically present. Alas I
could see the deep rooted professionalism in a metro.
How could one forget the rampant auto drivers and their sky high
rates. They long for Americans and north Indians both considered
as 'seths' (rich people) in here. They would ask 200 bucks for a 40
bucks ride. Their wangled meter and before time night charges
exemplify their cupidity.
Once in here one discovers the seamy side of the world. Its time to
get real ... its time to get professional.
Baki baba sab thik kar dega ok!
that catch our mind when we think of a metro city. I wouldn't aver
that my stay at the silicon valley of India has been all rosy but
surely eventful ! Plunging into the past few months I could reminisce
some of the lessons that I have learnt.
The day started as usual with me and my flat mate leaving for work.
I had forgotten to take my cell phone but did realize it soon enough
to get it back. So there were we at the auto/bus stand waiting for our
savior to guide our way amidst treacherous winding roads. It was
unusual but we could hardly descry an auto near the stand. Eventually
a bus stopped nearby and around 10 people came out of it which
made it manageable for us to get inside. As we got inside, the mob
popped back in. We could barely stand . Just then I realized
something was awry and rummaged through my belongings. To my
astonishment my cell was gone! The moment I reacted the mob
dispersed from the bus. Had I not taken my cell phone I would have
forestalled the loss. With the heavy heart I realized It was destined
to go.
The next day I learnt about the similar tactics employed by these
pick pockets but it was then too late. I had to learn it the hard way!
Another enamoring gift of our metro is our dear salesmen/women.
Its usually morning when they would greet us with their inordinate
money saving notions . Their contention truly amazes me. They
believe its not apt to buy gifts as and when needed but to buy and
later introspect whom to present it to.
Not once but several occasions I have met officious sales boy with
his impervious gift plans. I remember I had slept around 6 a.m when
'my friend' woke me up in the morning 9 a.m trying to sell a head
massager. I was vexed by his infringement into my dream world.
As I opened the door he asked me to shake hands! How often
do we shake hands with strangers... that too while half asleep......
solely driven by the desire to shoo the intruder.
Although I knew what he wanted but I still repeated the same old
question. He wasn't ready to reply until I did shake hands with him.
He took out his head massager and started massaging my head for
demonstration. Now that's some relief :). He kept on showing his
gadgets although I refused to show any interest in buying them. He
just wanted me to have a look instead of buying it ! yup this was his
noble idea. He reminded me of those somnolent lectures where one
can neither sleep nor listen but is physically present. Alas I
could see the deep rooted professionalism in a metro.
How could one forget the rampant auto drivers and their sky high
rates. They long for Americans and north Indians both considered
as 'seths' (rich people) in here. They would ask 200 bucks for a 40
bucks ride. Their wangled meter and before time night charges
exemplify their cupidity.
Once in here one discovers the seamy side of the world. Its time to
get real ... its time to get professional.
Baki baba sab thik kar dega ok!
