In spite of   being  a native of Chennai my dealings with the  auto drivers has never been pleasant.The battle of wits starts right from the moment we  call for  an auto.For the shortest distance the driver quotes an astronomical sum with which we can run an entire household for a month. When we settle down to a reasonable fare after lots of  haggling we find either the driver drunk or as innocent as the babes in the wood regarding the destination to be reached.

Weaving their way through numerous traffic jams these speedy monsters can give us an authentic experience of a chase in James Bond movies.With numerous bumps,jumps and circus maneuvers if we safely reach our destination  in one piece , we have to thank the Gods for small mercies.

The stand autos are law unto themselves . If you call them they fleece you and if you ignore them you are doomed for life , for not  a single auto  will come to the rescue of the hapless passengers.Their choicest abuses  makes even the  Cooum  river  smell better  and any  further  arguments, be prepared for the fisticuffs.

Any slight deviation in the choice of the  final destination will see the customers being dropped like hot potatoes right in the middle of the road.

Bad roads,heavy rains,hot sun , destination far away from the city - the reasons are umpteen to fleece the customers.The meter is more than a piece of decoration and if we insist upon its use we are thrown out with the choicest gaallis. Police-- Uhh! Who cares  about them----