How to tackle the whatsoever-price-you-tell-they-will-increase auto drivers’ petrol argument?

Well they have always been a part of the monotonous city life – sly old auto drivers with their traditional khakis on but autos off, who would rather sleep in their autos instead of settling for quite a good amount. Here is a solution to the lame petrol argument they put before you.

Auto Driver : “Petrol vela koodi poiruchu pa…”(I shall translate for the convenience of my readers)
Auto Driver : “Petrol price has increased…”(strike that pa out)

Passenger : “You two legged human with a three wheeled auto that’s the worst excuse I ever get to hear from your species. Your auto can travel 35 km with a single litre of petrol. My destination is just ____ km away from here. You are asking me such a huge sum for such a small distance, I see no connection, nor should you. Logically speaking, you should have asked me only ‘Rs(travel distance x petrol price per litre)/35 . I shall give you your profit based on the skills of driving you possess. On the whole your estimated price is just absurd.“

Two reactions are possible – one, the auto driver should have opened his mouth, flabbergasted, and should have invited you into his auto for the rate you have decided or second, the man must have left during the single sided conversation. Don’t get disheartened if the latter is the reply. He just doesn’t understand your genius. Try the next auto.

The Ultimate Rain

Have you ever seen a young lad exactly 15 years old, suffering from fever and cold, wearing gray pants and a full-arm which looks like some appendage coming out of a proper t-shirt, running and hopping like the Pink Panther, on the newly laid tar road in Besant Nagar with a violin box tightly gripped in his hands refusing an offer of an auto ride to his house a kilometer away even though completely aware of the fact that it is raining heavily but he does not have an umbrella which would make him wet and would further increase his illness? Well, as a matter of fact, that young boy is me. I had just got down from the bus that it started raining kittens and puppies. What is the use shielding against nature’s H₂O? Having this in mind, I decided to face it. If you could imagine the bullet-time effect of Usain Bolt’s record time run, it would be too fast. The speed of that girl writing with an ink pen in the Vodafone Chhota Recharge would fit perfectly. I reached home only to be greeted with loads and loads of criticism. It all ended with the sound waves of an angry father passing through the ears of his 15 year old son.

The Journey Begins

Refreshed, energized, perked up and reinvigorated, the boy starts his journey. How many roads must the boy walk down to be called a boy, how many times should he come to a point where the road diverges into two, how many days of his life will be dark and dreary, no one knows. He should blindly follow what his minds says. His not to reason why but his only to do and die. It maybe that the gulfs may wash him down, it maybe that he shall reach the happy isles. Whatever happens, he shall be strong in his will. He shall strive, seek, find but never yield. Here goes the only opportunity he has got... You better lose yourself in this blog....