I had never dreamt about traveling in an auto,sitting with the driver even after paying the full fair,back in Delhi.
Things are different here in Hyderabad.But this way,you also get to read a lotta couplets in funny Hyderabadi Hindi scribbled here and there on vacant portions of the dashboard.This is from the morning ride:
“Kaas ki tum chand hota,
Aur hum sitaara hota,
Asmaan mein humaara apna ek aashiyana hota”
The “hota” reminded me of a conversation I had with an electrical appliances shop, last week.
Me:”Bhaiyya, power plug ka adapter hai apke paas?”
Him:”[Nods his head with a sage-like ‘no’]Nai hota, saab”
Me:”Yaar hota hai!! power plug mein chotta pin lagane ke liye hota hai!!”
Him:”[Very confidently ]Nai hota saab”
Me:[Exasperated,irritated,perspiring in the afternoon heat]
Another customer(a Punjabi),intervened “He means that he doesnt have it”,motioning towards the salesman.
Me:”Thank you very much!”