If you are just setting foot in the city for the first time, then do not be surprised to be introduced to Mr. Bug man in the "yellow" suit. Every middle class individuals call for a treat or contempt!! On your very first step on land, you will be buried down with an invite to be gobbled down, with not even a bargain to take advantage off.
And then with no choice you stoop down to accepting the Bug Man's provisions and slit your pocket right down to your pants. And then you realise, "God forbid, that is more than I paid for my ticket to travel from another state"
The humour is that no matter how hard the recession strikes, we still choose our very own "Bug Man" over our giant elephant sized BUS. But why?
I for one prefer no crowd, I like my space, even though I am journeying on a public road. :)
And oh!! The thought of hanging down the rod of a bus is like actually taking a ride on a camel through the desert or maybe I can empathise with the tyranny of the pendulum.
The third reason(Last, not the least and very important), yes of course, the lustful brush a little here and a little there. I stream through the crowd to the middle, and there THE "Pervert" looks over, and that was the last of the straw!!I flee, and to my rescue comes the gallant Mr. Bug man.
A gift from Japan, was how the Bug Man came into our lives. Judicially the government controls the fare on these little tuk tuks!! But I say,that if that was the plan then the government would ought to have an actual spying bug on the BIG Mr. Yellow Bug throughout our journey across the city, as we go to and fro!!
How many of us actually get to use Mr. Bug man without any disappointment or resentment, apart from the days when we run for cover from the malicious monsoon rains or the scorching summer heat or even a disappointed love affair that took a steep hill!! With technology came the digital meters and then the common man thought, "I guess now I have no need to regret, as my tuk tuk cannot give me a run for my bills"! But then our Bug Man's beloved right hand "Our very own tuk tuk waala" took to the art of Diplomacy. He took us to the dreaded path of inducing the bargain with only the Bug Man benefiting.
And what about us, we stoop our heads low and continue to journey at the mercy of the gallant Bug Man and his Vindictive ways! I look at the long stretched road and see... many yellow topped bugs waging its way though the traffic, with no dismay and pride upright they gleam on their triumph over their conquest!
And then with no choice you stoop down to accepting the Bug Man's provisions and slit your pocket right down to your pants. And then you realise, "God forbid, that is more than I paid for my ticket to travel from another state"
The humour is that no matter how hard the recession strikes, we still choose our very own "Bug Man" over our giant elephant sized BUS. But why?
I for one prefer no crowd, I like my space, even though I am journeying on a public road. :)
And oh!! The thought of hanging down the rod of a bus is like actually taking a ride on a camel through the desert or maybe I can empathise with the tyranny of the pendulum.
The third reason(Last, not the least and very important), yes of course, the lustful brush a little here and a little there. I stream through the crowd to the middle, and there THE "Pervert" looks over, and that was the last of the straw!!I flee, and to my rescue comes the gallant Mr. Bug man.
A gift from Japan, was how the Bug Man came into our lives. Judicially the government controls the fare on these little tuk tuks!! But I say,that if that was the plan then the government would ought to have an actual spying bug on the BIG Mr. Yellow Bug throughout our journey across the city, as we go to and fro!!
How many of us actually get to use Mr. Bug man without any disappointment or resentment, apart from the days when we run for cover from the malicious monsoon rains or the scorching summer heat or even a disappointed love affair that took a steep hill!! With technology came the digital meters and then the common man thought, "I guess now I have no need to regret, as my tuk tuk cannot give me a run for my bills"! But then our Bug Man's beloved right hand "Our very own tuk tuk waala" took to the art of Diplomacy. He took us to the dreaded path of inducing the bargain with only the Bug Man benefiting.
And what about us, we stoop our heads low and continue to journey at the mercy of the gallant Bug Man and his Vindictive ways! I look at the long stretched road and see... many yellow topped bugs waging its way though the traffic, with no dismay and pride upright they gleam on their triumph over their conquest!
