Fuck you India Auto @ 12:17 am
I have been in India for about a week now. I just had a very rough night. I was out with a friend and I was feeling tired and wanted to head back home. My friend flagged an "Auto" for me, a yellow three-wheeled scooter with a bench to sit, and top. He negotiated the price down to 130 rupees, and I headed off from his area in Guampali to Kondapur where I am staying.
Ok, so I should have known, we should have known, but I took the cab anyway. Even as the cab arrived I had an ominous feeling. It was painted in some kind of festive/pagan looking figures and had tinted windows. The Auto looked rougher than most I'd taken the time to examine. 130 ruppees seemed like a pretty good deal to get from one side of town to the other for an American anyway.
The driver had a passenger, they seemed like good friends with each other. They laughed and giggled like school kids. They were kids. My driver was a child. A crazy rebellious child. U American? the friend says. Yes.
It started out driving on the wrong side of the road, they sped down the wrong side of the road, moved into the right lane. This kid was fast. I started by compaining, you guys are driving crazy, I giggle. Then the driver's friend says giggle, Yes, he is very fast! giggle. Fast! Pats his friend on the back. His name is dolagara. What's your name? Steven What's your name? Rolda. What's your name? Ralph!, I say realizing he made up the names. I am joking he giggles. The engine stops, they start it back up.
Ok, they continue, the kid shuts off his engine while riding down the road, effectively reducing his breaking power. The car slides down the hill, he continues to slide. I'm like, no break? A chorus of giggles. U American? 5 buck! giggle. 5 buck!! I say, You guys are full of shit. Pull over I say. They ignore me, and continue the descent.
They continue the rampage, now the driver swerve's toward people and swerve's away, several times this happens. These children are taunting death. Now I begin to really complain, what is wrong with you, you are driving crazy! giggle giggle.
They start and stop the engine several times, there car sometimes goes excessively slow and other times very fast downhill in neutral with the engine off. I begin to wonder if we are running out of gas.
The death cruise sweeps down the hill further, at this point I am losing my shit. I say pull over, pull over, over here, left, left, over here, pull over, pull over, Pull over now! Fucking pull over. What the fuck is wrong with you!!! You cannot drive like this! Pull the fuck over!!!! FUCKING PULL OVER!! AARGGH!!! PULL OVER!! They turn around look scared, and finally pull over. My screaming freaked them out. These are little kids after all. Reality hits them, this is fucking scary what the hell did they think they were trying to do.
Ok, they finally pull over. I get out. They look perplexed. I walk away. They follow in the cab. Sir let's go, get back in the Auto. FUCK YOU! Do you understand? FUCK YOU! STOP FUCKING FOLLOWING ME. I walk against traffic. They follow me against traffic. The friend gets out of the car, and tries to grab me and put me in the car. I call my friend, immediately start telling him the number of the cab. I hang up accidentally, I call back, and explain what's happening. He's worried for me. I'm not exactly sure where I am I tell him, now he's really worried. The kids keep following me backwards forwards. Now they start saying SORRY SORRY SORRY WE ARE SORRY.. SORRY SORRY SORRY. Please get in. Yes, I understand you are just kids, you are young and crazy you want to go crazy and drive crazy that's up to you, but me, I'm not interested in being part of that. So you go do that on your own. They continue to follow, now I keep repeating their cab # on the phone, and the friend realizes it, and covers up the cab # with his hand. But I already have it memorized. I would be amused if I wasn't so upset. Then I say, I am going to report you, and walk away. They do not follow me. Maybe they had problems starting their car. I'm trying to get my bearings and walk down the street to find a place I can tell my friend I'm at. Finally I get to Barista, a coffee shop, and walk inside, ask them where I am, and tell my friend. He's on his way. I order a Chai Masala and Chocolate cake, and go to sit down and wait for it (they heat up cake in India so it will take a while), and who's there entering the store. Those damn kids! They convince the gaurd to let them pass, and make their case to the people at the shop. Now I have to defend my case. Back and forth we go. I then report them to the staff. Then one of the Barrista employees mediates. Whole thing repeats, I try not to curse or get upset. Be cool, the Barrista employee says. They want me to pay the 130 rupees. I refuse. Back and forth we go. The kids go around the shop, people feel bad for them, I mean after all they are just children. One of them says this, they have no future, they are just kids. Now it dawns on me, I am so stupid, I should have known not to let a child drive me to my place. What was I thinking? I still refuse, these kids are fucking stupid, they need a lesson. The mediator says pls obey them. I say no way! Be cool he says. The kids ask to talk to my friend, they say, they know he is coming, so when he comes we'll talk to him. They claim that they don't know any English, and that was the cause for confusion. Now at this I have a laugh. I say, how did the kids know my friend was coming, if they don't understand any English. The mediator asks them this, and they stumble. I say if the kids want their money they should call the police. They do know English, at least they know it well enough to know when someone asks them to slow down. Most Auto drivers know it well enough for that. The mediator asks that I pay them 30 to 50 ruppees and they will go away. I say no, but I'm getting worried, theses kids are not going away, and I am afraid that when my friend comes the whole scene will repeat. I agree to pay them 30 and extend the money, they say no 50!, I pull away, and then they accept. Good for them. Then they apologize in Hindi, they had said SORRY so many times. I am not interested, but am pressured into accepting their apology, so I shake the driver's hand. Then the friend shakes my hand and tries to do a secret handshake. What a crazy kid! I laugh. These kids are something else.
Hyderabad, specifically.
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