Bhai yeh majestic ka bus stop kaha pe hain

Bangalore, the city of lakes, the IT capital of India, home to some of India's sporting icons, one of the poshest cities, home to internationally acclaimed educational institutions(IIM n IISc),a metropolitan city fast turning into a cosmopolitan. A place where thousands arrive in a day with dreams of making it BIG, with hopes of finding some way to earn something that could enable roti kapda makan for them n their families and definitely a very good place to live if one can afford the place.(Imagine a masala dosa costing 22 bucks, a wada costing 10 bucks, whereas over here more tastier ones cost u 12 n 2.50 bucks respectively...home sweet home!)

And what brings most people to bangalore, brought me too...job-hunting. One sunny day in October i and dilbert(not the flat headed engineer that appears in comic strips, created by scott adams) reached bangalore, after a journey standing all the way for 700kms, sleepless in the a-bit-too- over crowded general compartment of the Island Express(the word Express here is a misnomer..this train has over the years achieved great deal of notoriety for never coming anywhere near the scheduled time). We(me in dilbert) were much suffocated in the train, planting both feet to the ground was hardly feasible. I like every other human being abroad had myself twisted n more twisted in an attempt to have some breathing as well as standing room.

There is saying that goes "when u r in a place u dont know, ur tongue helps u out"(n never use this logic if u r lost somewhere in the african jungles). So, with this logic in my mind and armed with hindi, one of the few languages that work in bangalore, I n dilbert where roaming around quite cluelessly, doing what 'no-idea-what-to-do-next' tourists do the best, window shopping in some of the most expensive malls and also not failing to feast our eyes on some 'shehar ki ladki'. Time went by as we wandered and wandered,(the only difference then between us n stray dogs, was that we were not dogs).

Aching legs and a growling stomach, forced us to stop this tiresome yet enjoyable activity and planned to return to our hotel room.
Auto-Drivers in most metropolitian cities are known to take new comers to city on a world tour and charge fares that would be comparables to the air-travel ones(ok! ok! i am exaggerating.)

Not wanting to spend much on hiring an auto, we thought of asking the nearest bus-stop(remember the logic). As, i knew more hindi than dilbert, i was quite confident of talking to one or the other guy on the road and finding the bus-stop, and proudly lead the way. After enquiring some of the fellow passerby's, i sensed that most people on the road are more lost than what we are, and in the process we also had a bunch of kids asking us direction to some weird named location.(Believe me, most places in bangalore are proud owners of weird names), and we duly dispatched them to the direction opposite to ours.
I realised, that either shop-keepers or auto-walla's could be of more help.
With no shops to be found anywhere in the horizon, we started looking for some parked auto's.
After a bit more wandering, we found one.
I paced ahead of dilbert and became more excited on seeing the auto-driver in it and asked

me:"bhai yeh majestic ka bus stop kaha pe hain" (majestic is a place in bangalore..did'nt i say bangalore has places with weird names).

auto-wallah dude: kya reee(with kannada slang..n a scorn filled sound)..and then he pointed his fingers to the back, indicating we could take his auto.(n i initially thought something is wrong with this guy..well i was'nt wrong)

me:"bhai yeh majestic ka bus stop kaha pe hain"

auto-wallah dude:murmured something..and came out of the auto.

by this time i and dilbert had walked past the auto..and this dude was shouting and seemed to follow us.
when we turned back..i could see this guy talking some shit..quite enraged..and was showing actions of spitting on my face.(none of his saliva hit me)
Now, that enraged me....

me:!^(#(!^#$&(!*%&#%$!&(!#%*!#%)!*%)$ )$%^(*^%($* !%#*( i used almost everything i had garnered during my stay in mumbai)
and also, i proved why humans are truly the descendents of the monkey clan, i did what he did, i spat on him(no, it did not strike him, THANK GOD!!)
Before things could turn more ugly(probably, with me getting beaten up by the auto-wallahs gang), dilbert pulled me out of it, and we simply crossed the road and were lucky to meet a more intelligent species who knew where the bus-stop was.

So kids this above crap has a lesson to be learned from it..
"NEVER ASK FOR DIRECTIONS TO AN AUTO-GUY."

Time is 156am, i am hardly sleepy, all attributed to the hours of hard work i do sleeping in the morning. I am having some mixed feelings, feeling a bit bad as my super-selector is screwed as the server says i got some problem(n how did it??..must have met my dad somewhere) and am feeling really happy as Arsenal has screwed ManU for the second time this season. Cheers ARSENAL.

I am listening to "panchi hoon" from aadat by JAL(the pakistani band)..quite a good song!!

Thats all!!