Auto ride in Pune

The beautiful and clean Pune had one of the breeziest days today. Rains drizzling generously, chilly winds, the perfect weather for a bike ride. Obviously I wasn’t fated for it as bikes and scooters were a taboo in my family(its true). I approach an auto driver and there he starts, quoting fares which will make u want to knock the daylights of him. His mouth full of bright scarlet red gutkha, yelling at me (Pune auto guys actually do that L), I was expecting for a sararara maari pichkaari any moment. He raises his voice and declares his supremacy by saying ke miadam petrol eighty phive rupees haai na and haavey pe kuthe seat bhetel(which means petrol is 85rs/litre and highway pe kaha seat milega). And I yell kab se ha ???? kab se???? aaj ke paper mein tumne dekha kya 85 rs/litre???? Forgetting that nothing could ever make sense to this chap. So I settle for na tumhara na mera price which is actually 20% more than what you are actually supposed to pay. So he is happy, giving a mental high five to fellow auto drivers who btw contributed well to the petrol price debate. 5 mins later he keeps asking me to direct him, saying miadam ikde tropphic aahe na , I felt like saying, toh main chalau kya re baba???? And to add to my woes he kept spitting out every 5 mins, (probably he had a refill thing inside :-/ )The breeze directed the gutkha bomb every where and I kept dodging it like I was playing paintball. He reaches me on time to the station, I pay him and he says thiank you miadam as I see my crisp & fresh from the ATM 100 rs note being tucked away with the packets of gutkha bomb. And I stand there realizing I could have taken the bus instead, much cheaper, convenient and clean mode of transport.