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Indian Roads and Its Messiah


Who do you think we going to talk about today? Yaa obviously about the Messiah (in the picture above) as mentioned in the title. But not just any Messiah, It is THE MESSIAH OF INDIAN ROADS!!

Why do I call them the Messiah of Indian Roads? Okay, read further to know why-



It was a family function that we (my family) had to go. Now although a family function but it was at an unknown place to us (my family). But we thought Google Maps will come to our rescue. WE THOUGHT (And just to inform you all in our family no one has more than a 3g network on their phone). My family is served by Wi-Fi and we have no relationship with internet once we get out of our house (If our 2G-3G network works then the story is ‘SLOWLY’ different). So we had a belief that Google Maps will help us. So we took on the roads for the trip, started our GPS, worked pretty well in the beginning until we got out of our society. After that, it showed its true colors (yaa okay it was my network that sucks). Since my dad was driving so I was given the responsibility to handle the Google Map also because it is believed that youngsters are good at technology but my parents had no idea that the youngster, they gave birth to, deserves to live in the Mughal Era. So handling the Google Maps was little tough for me, also because it was too slow and also I didn’t know how to... umm... never mind, the network was slow that’s it.


But I felt like Google Maps was pulling our leg. Finally, when my lil sister fed the destinations and all, she handed the phone back to me (she can’t hold the phone for the rest of the trip because feminism, also because she was lil). But once the navigation loaded and showed us the route, I instructed my dad the same route. But routes were changing every time. It told us to go left and then right and then you will be at XYZ road. We did what it said but then it changed the route automatically and after that, it showed we are 24.6 KM away from the actual route (exactly what it showed). Either Google Maps was confused too like where the hell is this place actually or was just playing with our excitement to reach the party and enjoy the food. That genius app pranked us for like 2-3 time. It was then that I got furious and threatened my dad,” I swear I will throw this phone.” To which my dap replied, “sure go ahead, it is yours only. At least now you will wake up early.” At that point, I realized that YES, anger is never the best solution to any problem.



After roaming for like more than an hour we all were fed up and Google Maps was trying its best to send us back home. But then came the genius to our rescue, my mom, the group leader of our family or better to be called as ‘Family leader’ (Audience clapping). She simply said, “Aree ye autowale se pucho na!” That was obviously a great idea. Only Indians can help each other when foreigners (Google Maps) put you in trouble.



My dad stopped near an Autowalla and he asked for the address as politely as possible. To which the driver replied in the most, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, way as possible. At that point, he was superior anyway (he knew the address). But he still guided us to the right route. After covering some distance we again needed help, this time Google Maps was in my pocket (my phone). We knew who to call for help now, THE AUTOWALLA, MESSIAH OF INDIAN ROADS. “Ooo Autowale!!, where will this address fall?” (I could call him the Autowalla, The Messiah, but that is how they liked to be called, Areee Bhayia!!)

Oooo Autowale!!
We finally reached, PHEW!! When we saw that party tent we felt like we found an oasis in a desert, we were thirsty (for food). It took us 4 autowale bhayia to guide to our destiny. Thanking those autowala for their service of guidance on Indian roads is just such small thing, but I still thanked everyone (Good boy I am). While having the delicious finger liking food I was just wondering that how many helpless people like me are helped by those Autowallas. Yearly 70,000 crore people are helped by these Messiahs every month (Source: WTF Facts).

Have you ever been helped by an autowala? Comment down below your incidents, let us pay them a tribute.

The Autowala
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