Monday, October 18, 2010

What is it that makes me get on this thing?

After a gap of 92 days am back with another post..This is about something which i had experienced in my stay at Noida which was a temporary one..
Noida is a place which is a lot different from our very own Chennai..not only the food we eat, people are different from that of Chennai but it's also the mode of transportation that is different..People mostly travel by the metro train which is both fast to commute and cheap...the metro train is preferred over the buses ( which appears in such a way that the pamphlet in the Asian paints ad can be replaced by pictures of these buses) and the second most preference is given to the cycle rickshaws.Aahh!!! the very thought of these rickshaws makes my stomach quiver..

A ride in these rickshaw
s would make people drop the idea of mounting a roller coaster..the thrill obtained is indescribable ( it's something that should be felt)..So am here with my experiences of traveling by the cycle rickshaw,something which is very ordinary but memorable..
So it was a weekend and myself and two of my friends were on a
shopping spree..after going through the nook and corner of the atta market and having a proper dinner (which happened in rare occasions) we decided to get back home or rather the guest house..Now one thing which i have to mention is that finding a rickshaw is highly difficult as the process involves the task called "bargaining"..so after ten minutes of bargaining we finally mounted onto a rickshaw..
The journey begun slowly and we were busy chatting about the wonderful evening which we had..initially we were very much engrossed in the conversation that we had failed to notice that the driver of the rickshaw was Michael Schumacher's brother..he was so quick that he started overtaking the cars on the road..
At the course of time he lost track of the fact that three people were sitting at the back of his seat and he went into such a state that he became deaf to my friend's wailing and he paid no attention to my 'bhaiya sambhalke' (careful bro)...Now cycle rickshaws in Noida were mostly in a pathetic state..The driver turns left , the rickshaw would turn right and we lost the count of the number of such jerks produced..the speed was unimaginable and shuddery and all that i could hear was my heart thumping..The situation went out of control and all that we could do was pray that we would reach the guest house safely..

One thing that should be accepted is that these men are experts in handling the wagon..after 25 scary minutes we finally got down at the guest house paying 30 bucks for the ride..Now i must say that the ride was one of the most freakiest i had ever experienced in my life..something i had grown out of, but never recovered from.