( Dedicated to all my friends who love “Aamichi Mumbai” ) Auto-rickshaws in most parts of the India are horrible. At some places they never ever run on meters (Chennai), at others they would ask for any multiple of metered fare, depending on time and alcohol level (Bangalore) and in some places, they would never like to go where you want to go (Delhi). Such was the frustration that some of my friends told me they take taxi than use auto, because you almost end up paying the same but travel more comfortably! As I came out of the Santacruze station at Mumbai in rain and scanned the autos there, I was disappointed. I was more concerned about my laptop and was prepared to be fleeced. One auto-wala, as if to have read my mind, came swiftly and stopped near me, signalling me to step in. Wow, he did not even ask where I wanted to go. As the auto sped on the highway, I was wondering how he knew where I wanted to go. My thoughts were distracted by sudden screech of brakes. He j
Generations have passed but heroism still lingers around few influential ones who have the power to write the history. This era of digitisation has provided a platform for masses to share their life stories & let the common man decide whether their journey has legacy to mark a spot in history. Come along this blog to read the stories of masses who fought the battles of life’s nitty-gritty to fulfil the dreams & passed on legacy to newer generations.