After a long long time I had a chance to visit my native place Indore.
For all of you who have not heard about it, Indore is the economic,industrial capital of Madhya Pradesh, heart of India.It is a place famous for namkeen’s,poha,jalebi,chai,garaduand numerous other food items.It is also famous for its warm hearted people.
I could not even get out of the bus and I was spotted by the autowala…he shouted on top of his voice, “white shirt,blue jeans mera hai”.(The guy in white shirt and blue jeans is mine). His rickshaw was parked( I should say it was blocking atleast3 other vehicles) on the other sideof the road. I asked him to come over to this side as I had a lot of luggage with me. He replied with all the humbleness “bhiya,petrol faltu jalega,aap ka saaman mai le chalta hu”.(Why to waste unnecessary fuel, don’tworry I will carry over your luggage to the other side).He carried the luggage, and in the process of crossing the road he cursed two vehicle owners coming, they abused him as well, after which he winked to them, they smiled, and the road was crossed. I knew I was in the real Indore.
I got into the auto but I realised that the meter was not working, he very causally told me that the wire is broken, and asked me exorbitant sum of 80/rs “Assi rupayee de dena saab”. I said “paagal ho gaye ho kya”(Have you gone mad??”) and was about to come out of the auto, when he said saab boni nahi huyi hai.( I have not carried a single passenger from morning). I told him I will give not a single rupee more than 50. He replied I will take you for free Sir, please be seated.
He dropped me at my place, and when I asked him how much to give, He once again very politely and humbly told me if you want give me sixty rupees, or I will think I have dropped my younger brother to home. I gave him 60 rs.
I just wanted to share this anecdote with you.If I would really start writing about Indore meri Jaan, a book can be published.