I was on my way to office on Wednesday morning. The traffic was bad and I was cribbing about the same to my colleague over the phone.entertainment Updated: Feb 08, 2010 00:57 IST
I was on my way to office on Wednesday morning. The traffic was bad and I was cribbing about the same to my colleague over the phone. The auto driver asked me if I wanted to listen to stories. I thought he was mad and for a minute doubted my decision to having sat in the auto. I didn’t say anything, but the driver started with stories about God and the war between evil and good.
Initially disinterested, I soon started listening. He talked about how despite poverty, there is lot of peace and happiness in his house. He told me that his son had a good position in the Food and Beverage department in a leading Delhi hotel and the younger son was pursuing engineering. When I reached my office, I handed him Rs 120 because that’s what most auto drivers charge (though it does not cost more than Rs 100). He immediately turned around and returned Rs 10 saying it only costs Rs 110 and I shouldn’t pay him extra. I realised that because of his stories, I didn’t notice the traffic congestion on the way and for a change, didn’t crib about it.
— Neha Ojha