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What an autorickshaw looks like, in case you were wondering

What an autorickshaw looks like, in case you were wondering

So, I got in an accident today. It was one of those stupid, extremely avoidable ones that left an (equally avoidable) bad taste in everyone’s mouths. My friend and I were on a motorcycle, driving very responsibly for the most part. We were less than five minutes from our destination when my friend decided to make a quick right turn onto a side street. We turn, suddenly realize there’s an autorickshaw coming full speed in the opposite direction (that’s now screeching its brakes), try to make a quick getaway, and ultimately fail.

My left foot ended up colliding head-on with the auto’s headlight; my friend flew for a bit and hit his shoulder on the pavement; both vehicles toppled onto their sides; the rickshaw passengers (a mother and son) fell on top of each other; and the rickshaw driver fell onto his side. In true Indian ish-tyle, there were 40 spontaneous spectators, a fraction of whom helped all of us up.

As they say, “it all happened so fast.”

It turned out that my foot was the only seemingly serious injury of the lot, emotional shock notwithstanding. We were luckily two blocks away from a hospital, so my immediate thought was to hobble back onto the bike and get my foot X-rayed. I was in serious pain, up to the “holding back tears so I don’t look like a wimpy little girl” point, so I was moving as fast as my good leg would allow me. However, before I could actually sit on the bike, the rickshaw driver yelled out for my friend and me. (more…)

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Cash for clunkers 1Anyone who’s met my family knows we’re all a bit cracked.  My sister, for instance, can sleep for 16 hours at a stretch, can talk/text for nearly as long, and can recite the lyrics to every Biggie Smalls song ever written.  My father creates minute-by-minute vacation itineraries (which include designated 30-minute slots to “relax at the hotel”), takes ~2000 photographs per month, and purchases the latest technology for just about anything… including sound system wires, external hard disks, and fancy foot massagers.  My mother is the designated “peacekeeper” in the house.  She thinks she’s cool because she recently joined Facebook and learned how to upload embarrassing family photos.  And of course, there’s me.

In this post, I’m going to go against conventional Indian wisdom of not spreading “ghar ki baatein” and share my family’s recent experience with the Cash for Clunkers program.  Oy vey. (more…)

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