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2-day Crash Course in Attitude, Egotism, & Arrogance

To summarize the title and simply put it, just come to Pune, and deal with some shopkeepers in “the peth area” and rickshaw drivers in “out-of-the-city-limit areas”. With over 1 year already spent here in Pune, I have encountered such people every single day and I am yet to find an exception.

Public transport in the city is still at its worst. While on one side it gives pride to see the IT growth and consumerism flourishing in the city, basic infrastructure necessities still stand in debatable position. The day I am not lucky enough to find a friend to go to office, I start feeling very low, depressed thinking about what vehicle will I get to go and how will I deal with the rickshaw drivers – the most shameless fellows that I have ever experienced in my life (I am talking of the ones plying between Hinjewadi and Wakad upto Pimple Saudagar etc). 100, 150, 70, 80, they quote anything for a distance of 3kms to 7 kms and you should look at the pride on their face. The rickshaw stands should have huge signboards – “No Bargain, Fixed Rate”.

There are many incidents that I can list down here. Not even once I was successfully able to negotiate and travel in auto at the rate I wanted to. I finally used to travel at whatever rate they commanded, after waiting for long hoping that some vehicle could carry me from place to place. The point here is not about the alternative transportation though; it is about the haughtiness of the rickshaw drivers. I remember one day I wanted to come to Hinjewadi and I (like an idiot ofcourse) asked one rickshaw driver if the auto was available. He told me Rs.250, I was shocked, if I was Sita I would have surely got sunk into the earth below me. I would have rather traveled to Mumbai in a Volvo.

Just a few days ago, my friend and I were looking for an auto to come from Hinjewadi to Rakshak Chowk. After trying hard to find a shared vehicle, we went to one rickshaw driver. I was already getting tensed thinking about how he would treat us. My friend asked him if he would take us. 140 came the reply, I knew this would happen. We told him 50, he just ignored us, throwing out some bits of his afternoon meals using his tongue. I felt slapped. We again began our search for some vehicle, no luck though. It was getting late and we agreed to take the auto, 140 one day is no harm, we wont be traveling everyday, we thought and approached the driver again. We told him 140 is ok but he turned us away again, he arrogantly replied “yenar nahi” (I won’t come). I felt like kicking him and turning his auto upside down. It was not what he said that angered me but the way in which he said and the expressions on his face. He had that narcissistic look on his face and pride of having exploited two people desperately in need of some transport. I wonder why we were treated like that.

Another incident, I was with the same friend, we were coming to office from Pimple Saudagar. One auto driver was sitting in the driver’s seat reading newspaper. We asked him Hinjewadi. He said 150. Like foolish me and my friend told him 60. He turned his face away from us and started reading the newspaper again. We crossed the road and were waiting for some 6 seater, bus, and cab to come. All through our long wait, that driver kept watching us regularly and often smiling, surely making us look like fools.

These drivers will sit there whole day and waste their time if they don’t get the rate that they want but will not attempt taking passengers a little lesser rates. This way probably they can make more trips and earn a little more than earning nothing at all. Who am I to educate though? My self respect, ego, and complex were raped several times by such drivers. I hate them and I am afraid of them too.

I thought it was only on the outskirts such species exist. But I witnessed a similar attitude problem with shopkeepers in the heart of the city. I had always heard that Punekars (exceptions excused) are arrogant and full of attitude. I was shopping at Laxmi Road in Pune. I entered a footwear shop. It must be around 1.00pm. The sales guy started showing me the shoes, I was trying them one after the other. I spent around one hour looking at various types and styles of shoes. Suddenly I heard a stern fat voice, “nakki ghenar ka, fukkat cha vel ghalvu naka, jevaychi vel jhali ahey” (are you surely going to buy, don’t waste our time unnecessarily, it is lunch time now). I was surprised to hear this from a shopkeeper. I have never had such an experience in Mumbai. Finally I ended up buying something.

I then moved to a garments shop to look for some rainy wear, I wanted a jacket. I tried around 7-8 jackets but dint like any and I started to walk out of the shop. At the entrance (or the exit) of the shop, again a Marathi voice stopped me, “ghenar nahi ka ek punn” (wont buy anything or what). I said no, I haven’t liked any of those which I tired. He replied, “itke aarshya samor ghalun baghitle, kashala ma tey sagla fukkat” (tried so many in front of the mirror, was all that just like that?). I again said the same thing that I have not liked anything in that. He was furious now, “majhyakade 2000 jackets ahet, sagle dakhau ki kay tula, murkha lekacha” (I have over 2000 jackets with me, you want me to show you all of them or what, bloody moron). I just said f#$% you and walked out irritated and angered. How can they treat a customer like that? Even I am a merchant by caste and had shops but we never treated any customer like that. In fact I remember my grandfather and father, skipping meals and/or doing all sorts of arrangement to give the customer what he/she needed, but they never turned any customer empty handed.

There is one more species that I have started getting irritated with recently. The bus conductors on bus route no 100 moving between MNP and Hinjewadi. For last few days I have been taking this bus to office and back home. Unfortunately I always have a Rs. 10 note with me. The fare is Rs. 6 and it is very rare that I have got the change back. It was not only me but there were many passengers who never got their Rs. 4, Rs. 2, or Re. 1 back. I have given away more than 15 such Rs. 4 in charity to various bus conductors on board. Today in the morning while coming to office the same thing happened. Somehow while alighting, I dared to ask the conductor for remaining change. “char rupaya ne kay upashi rahnaar ahat ka tumhi kaamputerr chi loka” (are these 4 rupees going to keep you computer people hungry?). I didn’t say anything and I got down feeling irritated and ashamed.
I often laugh and smile when I am alone thinking about all such incidents. And I am surprised too the way customers are treated here. While the outskirts of Pune city (Hinjewadi, Kharadi) the growing IT hubs swear and live by “customer is the king”, the other parts of city are yet to learn.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I really loved the way you have expressed yourself in this blog. It really brought back the old memories back when i was staying in Pune. One thing is 4 sure Hee "PUNERI BHAMTI" kai aata sudhraychi nahit.......
Anonymous said…
Well said champ. An article worth a read and enough to tickle the funny bone...your observations are amazing and portrayal of the same is even more amazing...well written piece.
All the best
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