We hate to say this, but autos are our lifeline. They’re fast, have a knack of handling traffic during peak hours far better than cars, and are, honestly speaking, quite fun to roam around in. There are some days when we absolutely thank the universe for having the ubiquitous auto driver in our lives; on other days, we just feel like biting their heads off. It happens to you too, right? Just for fun, we decided to recap the conversations every Indian girl has with auto drivers at some point in her life!
And you have to surrender the twenty bucks you’re owed and run for it because you’re already late for work. :(
Because he can’t keep your eyes off you, and you’re worried that you’re going to die in a traffic accident while being ogled creepily.Image source: funinventors.com
“Bhaiya, [long distance] chaloge?” Nods his head (Yess!)
Sattar? KIS khushi mein?!
Man, we don’t CARE where you want to go if you’re not willing to take us home. :(
C’mon, who’s not had this happen at least once?
Sometimes, he just doesn’t want to let you off. It’s a struggle.
Just when you are rushing to go to work, or there is an emergency, your friendly auto driver decides to dawdle. When you’re okay for time, though, he’s practising his skills for Formula One and you’re screaming: “Dheerey, boss, dheerey!”Image source: rickshawchallenge.com
And he says: “Madam, maachis hain, beedi bhi chahiye?” #AwkwardMoment
It’s always kich kich when we want our money back. Or it’s khulla-nahin-and-whizzing-off time.
Let’s just say we’re glad there isn’t any Himesh playing on that tape.
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When you’re desperate enough to agree to be the sixth person in a shared auto in Calcutta. It’s futile to beg him to drive carefully, you know, but you still gotta ask.
Those things travel faster than Chacha Chaudhary’s brains.
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And you say: “Bhaiya, aap gutkha khaoge toh aap ko throat cancer hoga.”
Delhi girls, you’ll understand why this is ABSURD!
My 10 rupees. MINE. I will fight for it.
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And that’s why you carry pepper spray in Delhi.
That’s a man who’s soon going to learn all about the power of a woman’s lungs and the range of her vocabulary.
That radio-volume argument sure drains your energy.
Argh, hate it when we’re desperate enough for transport to still have to climb in.
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