Grumpy Tales -2

Publicity Stunt

The auto driver grew impatient. Too many traffic signals. And serpentine line of vehicles.
Bullying, pleading, honking, and with other driving acrobatics he made it from the tail to the head.

He turned back , as though to see how the ‘cushtomer’ took all his manic maneuvers.
Sensing, that the “cushtomer” was on the edge of her seat, brows arched, he reassured, “If I don’t do this madam, I would be forced to wait in the next red signal also. What is life without risks? ”.

With that undebatable rhetoric and a sheepish grin, he resumed his cursing of the cussed signal, now having relaxed the “cushtomer” ’s nerves.

Just then, an ambulance sped forward, getting an unfair lead over the auto, blaring its siren , with its red lights blinking.

Our Aristotle of the Auto rushed out on the road, and ran around the ambulance, jumping up and down and trying to peer inside.

Taken aback by his bizarre behaviour, the hapless Cushtomer called out to him.

“Crooks madam, this (name of a big hospital chain) fellows. At every major signal, they just turn on those sinister red lights and blare their sirens. No patient inside. Why have they switched off the lights inside the ambulance, if they did have a patient inside? This is a cheap publicity stunt. The guys at the Government must catch them red handed and lock them up.
How will they do it? No they wont. They are the ones who get the free treatment from these big hospitals. The shameless cheats.”

The Cushtomer cared a damn for the signal, the big hospital cheats or the government.
Must get back home asap. To watch the citizen journalists scoop on CNN IBN.

Grumpy Tales

Cosmic Conspiracy - 1
The day I dare to wear white, cats and dogs must tumble down from the heavens. I must invariably select footwear that are distant cousins of the Hawaii Chappal. And I should magnanimously grant a rest day for the umbrella. Lest the delicate balance of the Universe and all that it holds be disturbed.