Race of Life

There is one point that we all can agree with. The world is a race. Every single person is running his/her own race. The difference is in how we perceive the race. For some it is a sprint, where your target is the person in front of you. A relative race; where you judge your performance by a scale graded with the names of every single person around you. The second category is running an Endurance race where they push themselves irrespective of where they are in the larger race. Each day they set a higher target and victory is gained irrespective of who was competing along with them. A majority of the world is toned to fall under the former category, where they are made to believe that their success is not in doing their best, but doing better than the best.

Is it easier to set a target independent of you or to compete with yourself? A motivated sprinter would definitely make it good due to the abundant sources of targets available. But what exactly is the level of satisfaction here. With the whole concept of “the grass is greener on the other side”, wouldn’t it just be an endless series of seemingly sadistic victory dances only to realize there is one more “better” to best. The endurance racers on the other hand achieve an easier satisfaction with just being able to reach their set target. Well, the major fault here is that since the target is set by youself, your “laziness/motivation” plays an important role. Happiness, to the grade of ecstasy, could be achieved by just being able to wake up early or pass an exam. But then there is also the factor that a motivated Endurance racer always knows the target. The factor of ambiguity which can be found for a Sprinter does not exist. Here’s where I pull out an analogy which I assure you is NOT taken from personal experience. It’s a typical case of a fat guy running a marathon as compared to a seasoned runner. The former is just happy to be able to run an extra mile each year while the runner has set himself a higher target. On a quick look, it may seem like the runner is at a higher “success level” but let’s consider a few factors. The miles covered by the first guy do not change over the years; his competition is constant – himself. Now add in a new runner into the marathon, one who’s been working hard to beat our seasoned runner and you got yourself a whole chase going on, where each year, one of the two is definitely going to be dissatisfied with his performance.

While our super go lucky hero is content with himself, being able to stay on his feet after quarter the way!.

You can imagine a dumb content smile here considering the plump guy is always the dumb one on TV..What’s the deal with that anyway???

So here’s the question, which one is right? Then again there is always the fact that right and wrong is a purely relative concept. So which one would YOU say is right? Compete with the world? Or Compete with yourself??

Live YOUR life.. :)

Shanker

WAY of the MALLU....

It’s basic mathematics. The Indian population seems to be on a constant rise and the ratio of mallus you knock elbows with on the road as compared to others, seems to remain a constant (or even higher). Considering the fact that the percentage of mallus remain the same (or even more) even while the absolute number of Indians is increasing, and the claim of 100% literacy, it all boils down to one logical possibility – Sex education is not part of the Indian “literacy” syllabus.. But wait, I digress.. It is not the number that amazes me, it is the wide distribution of the “mallu” clan.. Of course; if you want to find one, the most logical search locations would be every nook and corner of the 14 districts of the Mother-ship – Kerala, and its annexure the “GELLF”. It is ALSO quite obvious that given the abundant sources, a normal human being (non-mallu one) would be glad not to meet one when he’s ambling down the road miles away from the aforementioned locations. But the law of inevitability states that, “If you’re on earth and minding your own business you will inevitably pass a mallu”. Being one myself along with the added advantage of staying with most of the various kinds of mallus – northie mallu , NRI mallu, Konkani mallu – it is only basic courtesy that I provide a handbook for.. “THE WAY of the MALLUUU”..

Lesson 1

Identifying a mallu

1.Food: one word : COCONUTS….

2. One of the simplest ways of identification, is a unique clothe style called the “lungi” or its formal counterpart the “mundu”. In general both can be defined as : “Hanging piece of clothe starting from the waist - covers till legs when worn normally, but can be folded up at times of aggression, casual walks or for intended “cool” looks.” Differentiating a lungi from a mundu is just a matter of identifying the maximum number of colors mixed into a design that can only be found in some psychedelic Media Player Visualizations.. But wait! Its not as simple as it sounds. There is a specific way the lungi is tied in kerala.. See picture for future identification reference.

3.He’s not wearing a lungi, but you think he’s a mallu? Talk to him… A classic touch which mallus give to their pronunciation of words is a complete inability to stop breathing sound, even when the word has ended. The Result : Words with “sound tails” . You’ll hear a lots of fooduh, drinksuh, whatuh…

4.You think there’s no lungi and the word-brake system is flawless? Keep Talking! Just try to make sure he uses words with the proper “identification vowels”. Things you could look out for: Modification, pollution, parents - Watch out for the totally unintended “ohhh”s of realization and the “aah”s of retardness if you stop them at the right places in the middle of these words.

Another technique to identify a mallu is to get him to meet another one. Now here are some characteristic conversations you may hear.

2 MALLUS

Mallu1 : Hi. I’m from Kerala

Mallu2: Ohh. Evidenna (Where from? )

M1: Ohh…malayaleeya, le. Njan Cochin. Evidenna? (Oh..malayalee,uh? I’m from . Where you from?)

Its like peace wont settle into their mallu reunion unless they assure each other they are not neighbors* or long lost brothers!

*Neighbor(in mallu) : anyone within 20km from your home town.

Mallu with NRI Mallu

Mallu : I’m from Kerala

NRI Mallu : Oh. I’m a malayalee too.

Mallu : oh.nice. where from ?

NRI Mallu : Dubai (or Oman, muscat etc..)

And then there’s that awkward pause where Mallu waits for the NRI to realize his intentions of asking the question were as explained before, at the same time recalling which of his mother’s uncle’s son’s in-law’s friend works in the same place. As soon as NRI Mallu realizes his mistake and utters the name of the biggest city within 50 km of his actual place, the mallu bonding starts and the NRI prefix is lost into a happy reunion.

And to top it all, we have the irresistible urge to zoom in and congregate with anyone and anything that seems even remotely mallu!

And some Malluism :

1.No place, work or title shall be left unexplored

2.Every famous person worth something would have their roots, really deep down somewhere interacting with one mallu or the other

3.Mohanlallll. Mammoootyyyy

4.Where there is land, there is a malayalee and hence a Kerala restaurant.

Well no offense people.. I’m one typppickal mallu and totally out of ideas for now. Until the next time.

Tataa…..

CORPORATE LIFE - People

So I’ve already had a post on what I learnt from 6 months of corporate life. They were more of observations than any good guidelines. Considering the fact, that I’m nearing a year into “office life” and also, that rarely do I get the urge to blog now - owing to the slow decomposition of my remaining brain cells – I have decided to come up with this post. The original plan is to provide a “things to do” that is conventionally not given out in the Corporate Handbook.

But first another piece of observation. There are broad categories into which the people at work can be classified into:

1. SMILE acquaintances: People you have never met but you just end up smiling to, holding the door for or saying an occasional “hi” to when you pass by. These people are generally not even in your service line. You just happened to smile at them one day and now you just have to keep it up!

2. WORK acquaintances: Yes, I agree. All the people around are at the same work place as you are. But there is a general category of people who you can specifically call “WORK acquaintance”. Those under this category are the people on your floor/service line/ Line of Business (whatever you call it) but not directly related to you. You have been introduced to them but you never really had to interact with them. He/she just happened to be a friend of your “PROJECT/TECHNOLOGY acquaintance”.

3. PROJECT/TECHNOLOGY acquaintance : These people are your direct point of contact for anything and everything related to work. You may or may not to choose to hang out with them outside office hours. But during office hours they are your closest “friends”. Usuall, more out of helplessness than choice.

4. WALKOVER acquaintance: Your bored. Your fed up and you just want to quit! That’s when these people come handy. These are the people you can just walk over to….chit chat for a while..have a few laughs with and return to your seat.

5. WHO-THE-HELL acquaintances : Never seen them before and you’d think that every single time you see them,UNLESS you end up smiling at them or vice versa. But you get the point…

6. POC acquaintances : In a world with loads of skill distributed in a completely erratic and illogical manner you are SURE to be the Point of Contact for something. Even if it is “the guy with an extra pen”. So these are the people who keep coming back to you for the reasons you “excel”.

7. WORK-AND-OUT acquaintances : Your buddies at work. These people are the ones you would choose to hang out with inside OR outside at work. If you were living in a sane world with no cubicles, no bores (a noun implying a person) and no work – these are the people you’d call - friends.

P.S : The various categories listed are not purely exhaustive. I'm guessing it covers up a large part of the people around and on most cases the categories overlap a lott!!

DISCLAIMER : These are opinions and categorisations of the author and not to be officially recounted

Well, guess this post turned out longer than I thought. Well I’m saving up the “guidelines” for another day in that case..

Adios
Shanker

Just a hypocrite....

I did not cry but nor can I say that tears did not come to my eyes. Call me a loser, call me a sissy. Call me whatever you like but for a fact I know what I actually am. A pure hypocrite. This blog is not a review of the movie at which my first sentence holds good : “My Name is Khan”(from the epiglotis). This is about something I realized while I was watching it. The tears or the feeling of sadness(to put it a bit manly) were NOT for Kajol or the suffering Khan(who, I have to admit, pulled off the role pretty well but at the same time gave me the image of not having to work too much to “act” new). It was not about the loss of a son or the life of a mentally challenged character. It was about the plight of the world. The acts of cruelty, the misunderstandings and also a feeling of detached pride in random acts of unity. Scenes portraying the patriotic, nationalistic and stray incidents of unity and courage always gave me goosebumps and what can be termed as “welling of the eyes”. For those of you who did watch the Khan as Khan flick, some scenes I can quote as examples are 1) the search at the airport, 2) Sam’s incident 3) the Georgia incident : not Shahrukh going over but when his relatives, and friends come to help. At the same time the scenes which irked me included the US teacher talking about “Islam” and the talk by the “doctor” to inspire Jihadism but there again the correct interpretation provided by Khan gave a sense of righteousness to the set. It is not religion, it is not nationality, nor race, colour, language that diversifies man. It is the good and the bad. Quoting another famous flick “You either die a hero or live long enough to be a villain”. The same way as absence of light is darkness, inaction or the absence of good is bad/evil. But I shall not stray into my “philosophies” on religion or “humanity” in this blog. Throughout the movie I felt that sadness due to the stereotyped portrayal of a specific set of people; be it religion or color.

That’s where I come in. On reading an article related to the Indo-Pak venture “Aman ki aasha”, I realized more than half of what they wrote was true. I would recommend the article for those who are interested. Our image of a topi(Taqiyah in Arabic) wearing man with long beard and robe has been combined with the same images of that person sitting around tables hatching plans to blow up a landmark. The media, movies and every single form of communication have shown remade “adaptations” of these images. Regardless of the number of disclaimers on being shown these two images side by side any person would just “logically” reason out a bunch of crap. Why not a man with a tshirt and jeans? Why not a guy in a coat?? It’s an image that generates a thought; an idea. I am not going to use any general terms here. Coz on contemplating at the end of the movie, I realized one thing I am just a HYPOCRITE. Just a day before I had these “fake emotions” flowing in, I was roaming around Hyderabad . As usual, lost and far from home!(I seriously should get a GPS and map while driving). At a point where I was definite I was going the wrong way, I stopped to ask directions. The person I happened to stop near was the typical stereotyped “long beard, topiwala” and my first response was “Would he really give me the right direction”. Disgusting. For the record, the way I asked him or talked to him did not get affected by this and he was a very pleasant man. Then WHY this stupid misconception. Why that thought!! Even after the movie and on hearing about the Pune blast my mind rushed to that spot. He was getting off a scooter. Boom!! This is me. I give a load of crap about being righteous, about being against religious fanaticism(which I strongly AM against) but at the same time I think like this. I fear/doubt an image. Why is it that we are made to believe that he or any man who looks like that can’t be our neighbor, manager or friend! It is not just the world that bothers me, nor the media. Right now it is me. And how much of a hypocrite I am. To all those people out there to whose images I have attached incidents : I can’t stop thinking or imagining but please accept my apologies.

P.S : I know for a fact, i do not speak about just myself here.

Later,
Shanker

Lessons learnt in the Corporate

Some things I learnt in the corporate world

1. If you are early your manager will definitely be at his seat.
2. If you’re late and rushing to make it in my time your manager will be late that day.
I SAY: I have no idea how this works and I should actually be happy since it’s actually better than having it the other way around. But it kind of gets on your nerves when you are just rushing to make it on time and reach there to realize no one is there yet! If there was some form of consistency, things would have been a lot easier at work.

3. There is always someone else in the bathroom at any given point of time during the day.
I SAY: This is another thing I don’t get. Irrespective of the number of people on the floor on a given weekday there is definitely going to be

a) Someone else in the bathroom when you enter
b) Someone entering the bathroom while your inside
c) Someone pushing the door while your pulling it to go out

It’s not like I take THAT much time!! And I’m just talking about the basic usage here!!

4. When your boss comes up behind you, it would inevitably be seconds after you minimize the actual work you are supposed to be doing.
I SAY: You know what I’m talking about. Regardless of how hard you were working, the moment you decide to take a break would be the moment that “rarely visiting” super boss of yours decides to make an appearance.

5. If you change screen in a hurry to hide what you were doing you’ll definitely end up with something worse.
I SAY: Although I have to confess that this could be a direct cause of the multiple useless tabs I keep open, it really is irritating. When you’re in situation 4 and you just want to act busy again. No amount of ALT + TAB will get you to your actual work!!

6. For any given day, the time spent for lunch by your manager and team is inversely proportional to your own lunch break .(This is only applicable if you aren’t eating with them)

7. If you’re in a hurry the elevator will stop at the maximum number of floors.

8. If there are 3 or 4 rooms in a line and you have booked one of those for a meeting, 90% of the time the room you booked will be occupied and the others will be free!

Well that’s about it for now. The corporate life has corroded my senses. Got a few posts on hold… Later then..

RANDOM THOUGHTS - 2

Since I haven’t written for a while I thought I’d drop in a few points about some things that run through my mind but which in effect make no sense or are just not worth bothering …

P.S - this is my worst post ever

1. If I were in your shoes/place : Now we’ve all come across this situation where you are in a predicament or in the middle of a problem. In more informally “formal words” you have got yourself stuck in depth in some fecal remains. So there we are… Wondering what to do..whats next, when someone comes over and says (please read in a deep voice) “Hey..if I were in your place.. “.. Here you are trying to solve some issues of your own and you have to add to that someone’s imaginary problems??? Comon..think about it.. All these “if”s are just a whole lot of imaginary scenarios which gives the speaker never dreamt of powers.. But never tone it down.. If I guy is looking for a chance to boost his ego, let him do it..poor soul… And then pray that he never does be in your place.. Or if you’re a sadist pray that he does.. Look at it this way. If the “if” made any sense I’d just walk over to my boss right now and say “Hey, if I were in your place I’d give myself a raise”.. But funnily enough doesn’t work that way..

2. Assumptions: People are born with these.. The baby assumes he’s giving us a fun time.after a while he doesn’t realize we are thinking “if I were in your place I wouldn’t be so mean”. The lower primary kid thinks he’s the smartest guys around and all those people who are older are just too dumb to understand that. The high school kid thinks he’s the coolest guy around and assumes he understand what’s happening in class.. The college guy thinks pretty much the same thing along with that funny idea that he knows what he wants in life (and wife).. I haven’t gotten very far past that point…So if I update this in 40 years or so, I’ll fill in the rest of a human cycle. So people assume.. Just like I assume I have readers.. So there’s no point being bothered about assumptions. Positive assumptions are always great.. Keeps u boosted for no particular reasons. But then again negative assumptions are fine until it becomes a surety.. coz then it isn’t an assumption anymore… A fact is harder to handle… And I’m just assuming all this made any sense..

3. Selflessness : ah! Yes..this is something I consider very funny.. Let me put it straight. There’s not one person in this world who has done anything without having their own interest in mind. Not me, not you and not Edward of Twilight fame! :P.. I know you can quote hundreds of instances of selfless acts by people, by famous personalities but for each instance I can break it down so that it shows the selfish nature of humanity. Even leaders of mass organizations are in effect working for personal gains. Agreed, others gain by it too.. But that’s where I draw the line between the word definition of selfishness and my definition of selfishness.

SOME QUOTES :

1. "Its not about what you do its about what you say."

2. Please generalise this one to your comfort : "They think everything is about them and when it actually is, they just don't get it"

3. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away"

Ok..Frankly I’m totally out of ideas..!! If I were in your place I’d just read all my older posts but then again……… :)

My Regular Day

My next planned blog was supposed to be something serious. But I couldn’t help writing this one!!

A day at work (where I currently am)..

A day at my work(which excludes Thu-Fri) can be defined in a very logical manner and a perfect algorithm. Funnily enough coz the work I do requires neither logic nor an IQ for that matter. So here’s how it is

Step 1 : Access Client system
Step 2: Check number of tickets
Step 3 : Detect processible ticket while wondering about all the other ones which are just lying in your bucket for days…
Step 4: Open ticket
Step 5 : Open authorization form
Step 6: Check signature
//The most complex part comes here at which point my brain creaks into motion//
If form has all necessary signature create/change/remove/do something! to user ID
ELSE reassign to respective people.
Step 7 : Goto Step 1 until we have only non-processible tickets to sit and wonder about
Step 8 : Sit simply
Step 9 : Check time.sit simply
Step 10 : Loop step 8 and 9 till time = 8:00pm.
Step 11 : Leave to die of boredom another day.
Its fun… :)

The argument you may have here is that all work have this. Well I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t for the fact that in a 7-day week (as all weeks are) I am stuck 3 days(MTW) with a floor full of similarly pissed people, 2 days(TF) with a laptop and no people and the last 2 days(Sat,Sun) with laptop and 2 people both of whom occasionally go into a volley of “enti”, “ante” and “cheppandi”! The only word catching my attention in the exchange being “Lunch” which is just the same without the laptop. Ironical is the fact that although I was taken for my analytical and communicating skills , I aint analyzing nor am I even remotely communicating!!

Imagine that! ME! Silent!! With that unbelievably pleasant thought to think about I bade you farewell.

A blog in Lines

Captions, 4 liners…. Somehow these were the things which kept us busy in 4 years of BTech... I used to have this fascination for limericks long back… Did a lot of research.. Read a lot of them.. But never did it click that each 4 liner we made in college were just another one of those limericks which I used to read about... But I realized one day how long it’s been since I made one of those... All thanks to the book I’ve been trying to finish for so long. For the fantasy fascinated and the Hitchhiker fan I’d recommend this series. Simoquin Prophecies, Manticore’s Secrets and the Unwaba Revelations (I’m on that one right now). There’s one whole chapter dedicated to a yeti and her 4 liners... You can’t call it a poem; it’s just an expression of facts in rhymes. Here’s an example. Made this one up after I got an irritating mosquito issue resolved. You’ll agree that no amount of poetic romanticism can be found in this:

“No more mosquitoes will bite me at night
Coz of the coil in the morning I did light
I opened my door to find it full of smoke
All thanks to the coil about which I spoke” :P

That’s when it hit me: that any situation, any issue could be expressed with one of these rhymes. Not necessarily would all these lines make any sense to the facts being quoted but after all we DO speak a lot of crap in the middle. At least those that do listen to me will agree that I do. How about this one:

“Thursdays and Fridays are my weekends off
5 days I’d work regardless of headache or cough
One day I had decided that every week I’d blog
Alas, I did nothing but surf and hog.”

Here’s more:

“In college there were, many problems all rated
I know by now it’s all outdated
I shouldn’t bring it up after so long a time
But give me a break I’m just making a rhyme”

“Whizz did we to Kuntala by road
To the water falls, an Alto I rode (Tip: Using homophones are not very effective)
Hope did I, the Sun would be less hotter
So at the falls, we could see a little water”

“I live in LA* with Nikhil and a Chinki
Tolia, he was named, whole of him and his pinky**
Along with us there was one Pai
No! It is not the one that went high”
:D
*LA = Lotus Arcadia
**Pinki = I mean little finger!!

"You must have heard, about this mallu Chinki
Tarun, Maninder, we also called him a donkey
Famed were he and his green shorts
The one with the flowers and the white polka dots
There was with him, one who shared his bed
Law did permit but they were not wed
Coz this was Pai,known to be confused
But we all know its an act;all induced.
Though, on one side stood the beloved chinki,
We all know who had Pai by the pinki
Small but mean she had him in control
Quite a laugh, real funny on the whole"

Couldn't help it, it just kept going after the first 4 lines...sorry guys.. :D


“Attempt to crack did I, many a joke
Until people started ignoring whatever I spoke
Now I’m thinking I’ll write some down too
I know you’re all going “Get lost! Booo!!””

“I could go on all day adding another line
Even if together you all did whine
But for now I’m stopping this ridiculous blog
Please do comment or at least add some dialogue”

Well I guess that’s another feather to my blog.. Until I start spontaneously again.Bye. :D

Convocation Funda - I

The irony of the situation is that here I am, trying real hard to go to a place I’d rather not be reminded of.. Now, surprisingly, what should have been an easy decision has just not been that. In my right mind and not considering any other factor, which include the proud people who just want to see my convocation. Not exactly to feel proud and happy but for more of a reassurance that I actually am a BTech graduate as the mode in which I have spent four years of my education did not exactly symbolize a high probability to support it..It hasn’t been an easy decision. It has gone “definitely not” to maybe to “ALRIGHT” and then again to “What da heck for” and then back finally to my current status viz “Whatever”. Now let’s break it down as best as I can and am obliged to put it. So, what came first.. “Definitely not”... Well let’s not break that one down.. As that forms the foundation and the initial unchanged decision the actual facts are not absolutely necessary so let’s just keep it simple instead of going into too many unnecessarily confusing details.. So there I am totally not inspired by the opportunity of getting together at college for all those memories of “fun and frolic”.. And then when more information came pouring in, something hit me.. A sense of freedom? No, that hits me now and then anyway.. A hint of nostalgia..maybe a bit, a very small bit I guess.. But it was enough to take a crazy decision of going.. And you know how it is when ur mind changes and u spend 5400 for a ticket, it really is hard to change ur mind back. Coz now the body is run by the green and not the grey matter. And by green matter I am not talking about getting high.!!The green paper, dollar, dong; put it however you want to.. So there I am, a little down on cash and thought I might as well use it up since I already spent it. Now my sole reason for attending was to experience the amazing service a Kingfisher could offer me.. No, again I do not mean the same service that a Tiger or a Budweiser could offer me.. I mean the Kingfisher that gets you high..in the air, u know.. Wow! This is really getting confusing, even for me!! Ok anyway as I finally decide to go for the convocation, disaster strikes in the form of a remote and a lot of red tape. Deciding it was a stupid decision to change my mind in the first place, then again I turned to the services of Kingfisher to take me out..3 of them infact.. There’s the situation.. I can come but I can’t attend. So what am I coming for? I thought I was coming to attend.. Things started getting confusing. There, I shifted from “ALRIGHT!” to “Wat the heck for”. But Kingfisher service can do amazing things to you. Instantly I shifted on to “Whatever” mode.. And there I found myself next morning at Hyderabad airport all ready to go and typing the start of this blog. Well long story short for now: I went, I attended and I celebrated leaving the place. All’s well that ends well I guess.. Although sometimes things may not end well but all those are well too, I suppose..Anyway here I am, waiting at Cochin just happy to get back.. If time, joblessness and more different services by KF, Tiger and what not permits I’ll get back to this. Adios people.. :)

Welcome to Hyderabad - Part 1(Traffic)

Well its been 3 months in this city and I still haven’t blogged about it yet.. Now that’s no sign of a good blogger.. So just so that I show one sign of being a good blogger so I can be proud and pat myself on the back I thought I’ll get a few ideas across.. So to those who don’t know this is Hyderabad.. I don’t know what its called the land of..or else I would have named it Hyderabad , Land of “whatever its called”. Well, I got to admit one thing about this place. It’s not as bad as they say.. Actually overall its an absolutely great. Its fast, adventurous and filling. Yup.that around covers the points I would have put across. I have been on a lot of roads but this place is the best. If you think about it you’d realize that somewhere in the annuls of history this was the place where they tested out all traffic rules.. They just got a couple of vehicles together, made sure they were seated with all possible number of people, (starting from what is possible to what would never have been thought to be) and then just put them there on the roads to see what would happen. Few inferences they might have made were,

1. We need lanes. People going both ways can NOT drive on the same side of road and still remain happy drivers. Some people have to drive on the other side of the road. (No.this was not the reason they had to come up with the 377 too!!)



2. We need service centers. Although general rules in Hyderabad governs that every vehicle less than or equal to a Tata Indica will invariably have a dent in it, people are getting richer. So we need service centers for the high end cars.

3. Buses should be fitted with brakes which work even while enroute. – I got no explanations here.. Its just there. You either get off a bus fast or die trying.




4. Number of people in a three wheeler vehicle should be limited. – There’s one good thing about this place.. You get to hang around a lot.. I have been to a lot of places with my friends. But I get to hang out(..of an auto..) all the way enroute.

5. Auto stands – At some point of time in the “past history” of Hyderabad a Mr. Reddy decided one thing. “ I can’t stand it that autos come and stand where I stand. Those contraptions have to stand where autos stand”. And thus was created the concept of Auto stands.And to honour him there’s one in every household of Hyderabad.. I don’t mean the stands. Lets get one thing straight. You can’t blame the rickshaw drivers. They are just hoping to get a good paying ride. They just have to be ready all the time. It’s hard for them to differentiate between a guy hailing an auto rickshaw and a guy yawning. For them every guy on or off the road is a possible customer. Even if he’s just getting off another auto!People, give them credit for all the circus tricks they pull off with an over laden vehicle. Sheesh!!

Well I’m proud to be a part of a city which can boast of being the inspiration for many rules but there’s one single problem! Give us a break!! They forgot to get this place back into shape. Well the least they could have done in return was implementing a few of the rules, right here!! Even a beta model would have pepped things up a bit. Well be grateful all of you out there!!. We are risking a lot to make your roads safer in the future...Well you know what they say.. “if u can’t beat ‘em join ‘em”.. And I’m doing just that. More to come… As I said ..its fast, adventurous and filling.. I still have the last part to cover..later then…