Thoughts of Satyaharishchandraa

  Navigating Delhi in an Auto-Rickshaw After completing my biometric submission at the Sweden Embassy, I stepped outside into the cool Delhi morning. An auto driver greeted me, and I asked if he could drop me at the nearest metro station. I had forgotten the station’s name, but after a bit of back-and-forth (and a lot of guessing), we understood each other. The Great Auto Bargain As we rode, I casually asked him about nearby places to visit. That’s when our simple metro ride turned into a full-fledged negotiation. Me: "How many places can I see by 3 PM, and how much will you charge?" Him: "1300 rupees, sir." Me: "600." Him: "Sir, parking, waiting time..." (A long explanation in Hindi that I only half understood.) Me: "800?" Him: "1000 final." Me: "900 final." Him: "Done." I had no clue if it was a fair deal, but hey, bargaining in an unknown city, with an unknown person, in an unknown language? Achievement ...