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It took damn SIX years for switching a seat !!

“Excuse me madam !! this boy is pinching me always, I wanted to switch my seat.”
“Okay. You stay here, Viswa Take your bag, go to the last bench and stay there for the whole term.”
“But actually mam !! I wanted to switch my seat.” I replied back.
“Shut up and stay in your seat Sam!! I saw the test papers and you failed. Don’t ever imagine switching the seat to the last bench.”
“Okay mam”, me replied with a sad expression which would help me at least to stay on the bench rather not on the floor.

This incident happened many years back when I was a kid and I was studying in school.

It was the time where untouchability and switching seats were considered offensive and criminal act, people some times were punished for this atrocity. I wished the future ‘me’ will have the right to switch anything and anywhere to his wish. Sigh !!

Many years later, I decided to switch seat from the left to right and I thought what is the big deal of switching..?? Duh !!
“Six months in prison, and if any road kill, it may end up in hang to death” he said.

“Oh Com’on !! This is unfair. Just a few inches to the right. huh !! whats the big deal about it..??” I asked.
”Please stretch out the hand little bit higher so that I can measure for a prison pajamas and gift it to you on the day of judgement” he said as if ” please press one to activate the hello tunes on your mobile.”

His quote made me think that I’ll switch the seat one day, not today but some day.

After waiting for six long years I finally decided to switch seat.
“But wait!! You need to master the art of balancing the clutch and the accelerator, the control of the steering, the unspoken driver’s language, the…….”
“Oh!! Com’on…not again you jerk.”
“Rules are rules buddy. After completing the course, you must attend a test in front of the Road inspector, and if passed you shall take the right side seat or if u rush it now I still have the gift wrapped for the day of judgement.”

I realized that I have a severe test-o-phobia and police-o-phobia. Okay I need a hammer to shoot on my face. Shit !! I meant that I need to pistol to break my skull. Oh Com’on !! U brain arsehole.
Either the police test or the rest of the life on the left side seat. Make a choice said the brain like the Matrix Morpheus with the red and blue pills.

“Okay !! I’ll take the test”. I murmured and sat back on the left seat.

Next day morning!! I decided to enroll myself onto a switching seat academy. The instructor, 40+, dark skin, salt and pepper hair, and the ‘always smiling face’. That face showed that he is the man of Ahimsa.
“Get back here tomorrow morning 6AM sharp”, he said.
“Waaat..?? !! did he just said S-I-X…….A-N-T-E…….M-E-R-I-D-I-E-M..??”.
“Yeah”, said the jerk.

***

Android alarmed its 6AM. I got ready at 7AM and reached my destination. On the way I noticed a yellowish orange ball slowly lifting up above the horizon. I had never seen that before in my lifetime. people use to call that as “The Sun Rise” but who cares, lets get back to the business.

“Sam, come over here !!” said the instructor. I ran to him. He handed me the most beautiful thing in the whole world, “A car key”.

happy-cuteness-overload-guy-memeAnd that’s it. I have reached my destiny, I am going to switch my seat finally.

“Get in the driver seat”, he sang. I, myself in Ultra-slow motion, opened the door and entered inside the car with the DubStep BGM.

I turned the key and the engine started.

Yellow blood corpuscles, Chennai.

Yellow blood corpuscles of Chennai.

Trrrr!!……Thhh..Thh..Thhh……Tttrrrrrrrr!! Yes!! The Auto rickshaws.

Active 24*7, Low class people wishes to use it , Middle class people cries after using it only because auto rickshaws has the power to explode your heart in pieces.Wanna bet..??

“How much from Gopalapuram to Gemini flyover..??”

“Just 100 Rs !!”

*BOOOMMM !!*

See I told you so. This was the situation for a very long time. People were fed up with this. Everyday they bargain and if you are missing a train in half an hour, only God must mercifully feed you for the rest of the month.

Do a mistake, people call it as mistake but do it for next 50 years people call it as ‘The Unwritten Law’ that must be followed.

All of a sudden there was a revolution. Auto Rickshaws with a symbol of ‘NAMMA AUTO’ which was considered as ‘HOPE’ in Chennai started saving the Chennaites. Namma Auto has a power of Digital meter with an inbuilt GPS and a printed bill service.

Whoah !!

Within few months there was a catastrophic change. Auto rickshaws were ordered to use the meter and with the minimum charge of rupees 30. Police charged Auto rickshaws without proper meter. Finally I thought Chennai is saved.

Few days later, I had to travel back to my native and I preferred bus to train. Koyembedu was my destination. I waved my hand, auto stopped in front of me.

“Koyembedu bus stand” I said

” It will be 250rs”

“Whaaat…??”

“Heavy traffic sir, 250rs”

“I will come only if you use the meter” I raised my voice.

He just drove the Auto without looking at my face and I was like a dumb standing and staring at the road. Again I waved my hand and no one is willing to use the meter. Finally I hired an Auto who was willing to use the meter and I reached Koyembedu at 120 rs. This history repeated for few times.

After few weeks, I wanted to leave Chennai again so I called for an auto to Koyembedu. I started losing lot of autos and patience with the meter thingy. I checked at the time and I was already running late. I had no other choice. Either take the auto or fight for the Law.

Taking the auto will be good I guessed.

” Koyembedu busstand, will u use the meter..??” I asked.

” Heavy traffic sir, and lots of one ways and blah blah blahs…”

Time is running. I thought to giving another try so I said

“Will you use the meter please…??”

“Okay, I’ll use the meter and only if you agree that you will pay me 50 rs/- extra”

I calculated in my mind. Without the meter I have to pay 250 rs but with the meter I will pay 120 rs + 50 rs which is 170 rs. Sounds good to me so I replied.

” Ok, I agree with that but on one condition. Take me to Koyembedu without crossing 100rs. I’ll pay you extra 50 as you asked.”

I heard my devil laughing inside me because I have gone koyembedu few times with meter indicating 120 rs. He agreed with the challenge and we geared to Koyembedu.

We had lot of conversations and he took lots and lots of left and right which was really confusing. I started hearing my gut murmuring “YOU ARE BEING KIDNAPPED !! YOU ARE BEING KIDNAPPED !!”

At last the meter stopped at 97rs. I lift my head and I am at the Koyembedu bus stand.

“Sir, We reached” he said.

“Whaaat..??”

“And it is 97rs which means I won the bet ” He said.

I was speechless. I paid 170rs and saved the balance.

“Thanks bro!!” he said with a smiling face.

I started walking with a question in my mind.

“Did I win or lose…??”

Left or Right ??

One of my best friend lost his bachelor card in Wayanad, Kerala. We people with number of ten decided to set our foot on Wayanad to congratulate him and visit Wayanad. With lots of confusion and last-minute battle we buckled up in two rides. With two license holders in each car we left Chennai. Our ride started from OMR and another one from PARRYS CORNER. There is always someone who puts us delay when we plan to travel together and as expected we are behind schedule.The idea is to reach Wayanad at midnight so that we can have a nap and be there on wedding in good condition. So we decided to meet outside the city and travel together to save time.

I took the job which I had to yell out “TAKE THE LEFT” or “SECOND RIGHT” with Google maps. After meeting the other ride we started traveling together. I got a call from the other ride saying not to take any left or right but to stay on the highway. Within few minutes we got split up in traffic. At a point, Google lady said us to take the left which will take us away from the Highway. I asked them to stop the car and explained the situation. Either the bridge in front of us as instructed by the phone call or the road on the left instructed by Google lady. They left me to decide. Now I had to take a decision. Should I take the bridge or trust Google maps? What if we take Google’s way
1, We are not lost because all way leads to Rome, then why not Wayanad..??
2, Smart phones never lie.

“Take the left”, I said. My friend Guna turned the wheel left. One decision, just one decision took us in a different path, an entire different path.

Within few minutes the four lane turned into two lane, the street light started to fell apart, the straight road became bendy and crooky, level road turned out to be hilly and sloppy.

“Are we on the right path…??” Guna asked me.

“Yes, we are” I replied by looking at the screen.

The street light vanished away. There were no lights. It was pitch dark outside. Tall trees along the side, bright moon took the lead and we are taking orders from a machine. Rushing four wheels turned into sluggy eight wheels. We hardly saw family cars. We were literally lost.
“Are we going through a forest..??”
“Maybe” I replied.
“Are we lost..??” Guna asked.
A silence filled the space.
“Dai, look over there”
I looked up and saw a sign board welcoming us to Andra Pradesh. This is where I realized that we are lost in woods.
“I knew it fool, we are lost now” Guna in angry,
Lorries turned out to huge containers trucks. Guna felt hard to take over the container trucks because it is too lengthy to over take. He over took one and found a dozen infront of us. He felt irritated.
We were stopped and checked at two check-posts in Andra. The road took us to Karnataka. We again stopped at another check-post and they checked for drunk and driving.
After few minutes passing the third check-post Guna said ” I forgot my papers, I think it might be on the table in my home”
“What..??, No papers for the car..??”
” Nope”
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Within few hundred meters…
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“500 rupees for no proper papers. Either pay the fine or stay here”
“500 is too much sir”
“This is election time fellas, pay the fine or stay !! You got two choices”
“500..?? for just the papers…?? ”
” I can come down till 400, not less than 400 rupees”
Shiet !! No other go we had to pay the road tax to gear back on the road to Bangalore-Mysore-Wayanad.
Meanwhile the other figo took the bridge drove on the highway, on the highway, on the highway and reached Bangalore-Mysore-Wayand.
Before leaving Chennai, two figos traveled on the same way until one decision took naughty figo in an adventurous way with troubles, obstacles, pain and different experience.
In life people always say take this job like others do or take this higher studies like others do, so you will get a safe road in life with lights around,but in the end you don’t have a crazy story to share.

When both the ride met at Mysore, naughty one had a crazy story to share with.
Take risks, Trust your instinct and don’t forget to share the crazy story.