Teshan, Teshan!

At around 2:30 in the afternoon, with the sun smiling, I walk about a kilometer to catch a rick. Earphones plugged in, contemplating about the world, I walk like a drunk and loony James Bond. If it's a classic number, the head starts banging instantly. Otherwise just some humming. Now comes the interesting part. The Rickshaw.

You may call it a Rickshaw, a Tum-Tum, a Tun-Tun or whatever you feel like. It looks like an overgrown toad coloured black and yellow by some fanatic. But it is home to a thousand experiences. Some of them held by me. The Rickshaw does hold a special place in my heart. I can emphatically proclaim that my heart is not only Blue it is also Black and Yellow! :-P

The actual fun starts when your waiting at the bus stop for the Rickshaw to arrive. Some man with a hairy chest and paan in the mouth comes with his black-yellow babe and shouts, “Teshan! Teshan!”. I look at him and nod my head. He turns his head to the left motioning me as if telling me “Kopche mein aa.” Happily enough, I've outgrown the vulgar phase. ;-) You can't help but get a feel that he's trying to hit on you. :-|

Finally I climb in. If it's the guy's lucky day, he gets his fellows quite easily. If not, we head towards the next bus stop, the constant fear of his gay looks making me feel uneasy. The next stop arrives. Five or six people hop in. They're literally molesting the poor Rickshaw. The hapless thing is as faithful as an elf. It drives on, not even letting out a single whine.

Now, just imagine. Six people plus the driver in a Rickshaw. All smelling either mustard oil or sweat. I prefer to look out. Aren't deodorants given out for free anywhere?! But no worries, you get used to the smell anyway.

Some of my recent experiences with the Share Rickshaw once I had gotten in:-

Three people in the rick. Going peacefully. Suddenly the driver gets a fit. He stops and starts shouting “Teshan! Teshan!”. Two fellas get in. There are 3 people on the backseat, three on the front seat. One more guy comes running and hops in. 4 on the backseat. The driver, who has really lost it cries, “Teshan! Teshan!”. One guy on the backseat shouts (accompanied by a classic gaali) “Abhi ye god mein bithaega y******! Chal aage!”. Thank the Good Samaritan!

Three people are in the rickshaw before i get in. The driver offers me to sit on the front seat (i.e. Lap) of his babe. I'm elated! My dream has come true! One of the experiences you can never estimate without having a ride. Luckily for me, the guy isn't gay. I enjoy as the cool breeze brushes my face. I hold the meter with one hand and the rod with another. My ass fractionally fits on the seat. But it's satisfactory anyway. :-)

I'm in the mood for some fun. No passenger in the Rickshaw but me. So I just poke my head out in front of the bus stop and shout “Teshan! Teshan!”. I ask the driver, “Barobar aahe ka kaka!?”. He seems flattered. Looks at his disciple (me) and says, “Ho! Chhaan!”. I'm delighted! :)) I again peak out and cry “Teshan! Teshan!”. The fun of this task grows exponentially. He charges me only 5 out of the ten precious bucks I have to pay. Great! Is this for real!? =))

The Honey heavy dew of slumber is falling upon me. I fall asleep in the Rickshaw. I wake up to find myself delivered to “teshan”. :-)

Some more experiences to come later. Soo much fun for just ten bucks. Not bad. Pretty fair. Don't forget to shout “Teshan!” the next time you get in. A special flat 50 offer awaits you. :-P Till then, Ciao!

Adios! This black-yellow heart of mine is yearns for one more hitch in the black-yellow babe!


Cheers!