Sunday, September 16, 2007
A/C v/s non-A/C
I saw him at a signal on Linking Road. It was a hot and humid day. He was sweating and driving a truck. He kept peeping into the black Toyoto Innova next to him. What was he thinking?
I saw him and felt guilty of my own A/C Ford Fiesta. I asked my driver to switch off the a/c for a few minutes. It felt like hell.
Saala...just a few years back (1995, to be precise), I was travelling in local trains and BEST buses. As a Management Trainee, I used to come to office drenched in my own sweat. One day an NRI girl in my office, who I used to closely work with, suggested that I wear a perfume to work.
I remember how I, standing on the BEST bus footboard, used to peep into the plush a/c cars (mostly zens and esteems) and feel the urge to just get into them. I could feel that frustration once again, when I saw that guy peep into the Innova.
Thanks man. I wish and pray to god to make all trucks a/c as soon as possible.
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