Rickshaw
walas are undoubtedly one of the richest communities in Mumbai. A businessman
is constantly looking for clients, a shopkeeper tries his best to sell the
product, and brands spend millions in advertising and marketing to get a boost
in sale and market share. But not our rickshaw walas! They are least perturbed.
They work according to their whims and fancies.
Heavy
downpour, innumerable mini lakes and ponds on the roads and a throng of
commuters wrestling with their umbrellas and running behind every single empty
auto asking if he would be kind enough to drop them to their desired
destination. But it only takes a second for that auto driver to say no and take
his empty auto on an indefinite voyage.
It
seems to me that our helplessness is a kind of sadist amusement for these auto
drivers. They wander the streets and with their vacant autos waving their rejection on
our faces. This happened with me today. I had to go to the Post Office and I
asked this rickshaw wala if he would take me there. He said, “nahi madam, aage bohot traffic hai. Abhi
nahi jayega.” Considering how firm they are to their word I moved on in the
deluge seeking many more rebuffs.
After
a while I saw this same fellow roving round and round generously snubbing
everyone giving the same excuse he gave me. The only sane inference I could
come up with after this was that they are all god damned critters. And of
course bloody rich.
Only
a rickshw wala, in Mumbai, can say no to business. He would rather sit in a
corner with a cutting, music blasting in his “office” chatting away with others
of his kind. Every now and then they make their way into the news demanding
hike in fare or they would go on a strike. Aren't they always on some sort of a
virtual strike? Whether they are on strike or not, the scene is not very uncommon
for the commuters. The only thing that changes is the upshot the hyped strike
has on our pockets.
I’m
being a pessimist here but I do not envision any recuperation in this condition
any time soon. There is always a huge chunk of people standing at the stands
waiting for an auto. And then there is this other chunk of people who are
mostly headed in the same direction on their bikes or cars. They say Mumbai is
spirited and helpful and full of life. This may be true in case of a disaster
but not always. Those people on bikes and cars can always offer a lift to the other
chunk. Sadly, that never happens.
The
battle continues. Sometimes you are lucky. Most of the times, you are not.