If I wasn’t in a hurry, I could’ve walked the distance in 15 minutes. The auto rickshaw guy wanted Rs 80 for it. I bargained it down to Rs 50. On reaching, the driver started cribbing again, and of course, he didn’t have change for a hundred rupee note. I counted out the coins, paid him Rs 50, and had the pleasure of hearing him mutter obscenities under his breath as he drove away in a huff. He was certain I didn’t understand his language. But I did understand a smattering of it, enough to follow what he was saying. So that was Day 1 @Bangalore. A well-laid city with lovely weather, good food, lots of friendly people and some folk who try to take advantage of every situation on the basis of their practiced lingua. Applies to people from both the northern and southern parts of the country living in the ‘Garden City’. It’s all about quick money, and has nothing to do with where one comes from.
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