Rickshaw Chronicles - 3

Rickshaw Santa. Not for his driving skills; he drives like a snake, noticing the errors with road only till he is two meters away, and then unleashing his curl-swirl. Exercise does not manage to move my waist with such grace that his curl-swirl does. There is a certain amount of 'fun' to it mind you, feels exciting, that swirl. But the impression of 'fun' was originally created at an impressionable age by joy-rides, which were created to make us experience certain risky experiences of life, under controlled environment. Precisely put, they were safe. Our Nagraj is not. And like I do to most, I warn or request, to slow down. And like they all do to me, they listen, but for not more than five seconds. Nagraj did not listen either. However, in the rickshaw Santa moment, i realised that our bugger would take me to my destination through longest route and took a flyover that he should not have. And just when i started yelling at him for that, i saw him making the most sorry face. After deciding to spare him, i noticed he had not turned the meter down. This time i pulled him up like a teacher..guided him for the rest of the route, and at the end I paid him as I wished. In that I could not cheat though, had to be fair.