So all my life, since i was a kid, I have observed vehicles and associated a "look" with them. Something which was my favorite pass time during our extremely long road trips (my dad used to love driving) eventually turned into this crazy psychological funda. I used to point at all the cars that went by and associate an emotion with them. So there was the HAPPY car, the SAD car, the ANGRY car and so on. As i grew up, the fixation of noticing car faces never went away and what came in was an added sense of understanding. I now associate car emotions to those of the owner. So say for example, a happy car would never have a rude owner. True or not, these are my perceptions. People use handwritings and hand gestures to determine behavior. I use CAR FACES :) So lets have a look at it.
Lets start with Hyundai Santro Xing. I find it to be a very complicating car. The first look of it makes it seem like a very happy car!I mean its not just a happy car, its a happy,excited,jumpy car. I almost expect it to hop around. But if i keep looking at it, there is this hidden side of meanness which surfaces and gives me the jitters. I have never been sure if its a happy car or a car pretending to be happy!!
The VW Polo on the other hand has one of the sternest faces in this segment of cars. I wouldn't call it "attitude", its more of a primary school teacher strictness and it's a little overpowering.
Maruti Suzuki Swift is such a HAPPY car. Its got the ":D" smiley face. There is something so positive about it and so energetic.
Lets look at The Honda Accord. That is one powerful car, it oozes of POWER. And Sharpness. Its how everyone would want their boss to be. Powerful and sharp but NOT Angry.
The Honda City on the other hand is such a peaceful car. Its got oodles of attitude and this incredible sense of "coolness" but its still a Calm car, a car which can be a rage on the roads but prefers to be just Calm!!! The earlier city was a much happier car. A baby face car. The new one has got the whole attitude thing going for it. Its as if its grown up!!
The Honda Jazz is such a mouse of a car. The pointy nose makes it look like Stuart Little. Its got something so mischievous in its eyes, like its always up to something notorious:)
One of the most "at peace" and honest cars I've ever seen has to be the Maruti 800. One look at it and it fills me up with this warmth. Its smile and its eyes are just so "in" with each other.
Each and every car just says so much. There is something in those eyes which makes them almost human!! :)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Break Brokers!
"arre madam, bahaut badiya ghar aaya hai. ap dekho toh sahi" and that's how the ordeal begins. Its a vicious circle and all we new bee mumbaikars get pulled into it. THE BROKER. Its easy to recognise the typical broker. Two Phones in hand, another one probably jingling in the pocket. A handful of keys. Friendly waves to people on the street in his "area". Untucked shirt. Hindi mixed with a lot of English. The smooth talker.
They'll suck your blood till you cant give no more. Which part of "My budget is 13k" translates to "acha toh aapka budget 16k tak hai na" ? I stare in disbelief as their "bahaut badiya ghar" unfolds itself in front of me in the form of a dingy no ventilation room in a building falling apart!!
Standing instructions mean nothing to them. So what you communicate over the phone to them or in person is forgotten within 2 mins and they begin to take you all over town showing whatever they want to show you and not what you want to see.
I think after each visit that i've seen it all and that it possibly cannot get any worse. But they outdo themselves and shock me with a creepier dingier and shadier place than the one before!
There was one straight out of a Ram Gopal Varma movie with "naina" scrawled across an entire wall and a cross dangling from the window. Another one had 15 children playing right outside it screaming and shouting, completely shoot worthy! Oh and not to forget the house that ended before it started. The broker coolly asks me to "have a look around" and i wonder what "around" is.
Most of the houses are brilliant from inside but are located in the dingy chauls Mumbai is infamous for. So you'll have ladies sitting outside in the corridor chopping vegetables, analysing you from head to toe as you walk by. Men roaming around in their vests and children, oh the annoying children! Also, the one odd roadside romeo leaning against the wall. As i stare in disbelief at the "good area" my broker insists on me seeing, i think to myself how i'll never find a livable home here.
Making you roam around the whole city in a cab is something all brokers do, but mine went a step further and asked me to hop on his bike! As i looked around to find a cab, i realised i had no option. Sitting was fine, not knowing what to hold onto was not! Grabbing the back of my seat and being horrible awkward I thanked my stars that the place was less than 5 mins away.
Its like speed dating. I move from one broker to another. With the hope to find a better one but end up as disappointed as i was when i my fizzle first fizzed out!!!
So pray for me, as i pray for myself each night,to help me find a HOME! :)
They'll suck your blood till you cant give no more. Which part of "My budget is 13k" translates to "acha toh aapka budget 16k tak hai na" ? I stare in disbelief as their "bahaut badiya ghar" unfolds itself in front of me in the form of a dingy no ventilation room in a building falling apart!!
Standing instructions mean nothing to them. So what you communicate over the phone to them or in person is forgotten within 2 mins and they begin to take you all over town showing whatever they want to show you and not what you want to see.
I think after each visit that i've seen it all and that it possibly cannot get any worse. But they outdo themselves and shock me with a creepier dingier and shadier place than the one before!
There was one straight out of a Ram Gopal Varma movie with "naina" scrawled across an entire wall and a cross dangling from the window. Another one had 15 children playing right outside it screaming and shouting, completely shoot worthy! Oh and not to forget the house that ended before it started. The broker coolly asks me to "have a look around" and i wonder what "around" is.
Most of the houses are brilliant from inside but are located in the dingy chauls Mumbai is infamous for. So you'll have ladies sitting outside in the corridor chopping vegetables, analysing you from head to toe as you walk by. Men roaming around in their vests and children, oh the annoying children! Also, the one odd roadside romeo leaning against the wall. As i stare in disbelief at the "good area" my broker insists on me seeing, i think to myself how i'll never find a livable home here.
Making you roam around the whole city in a cab is something all brokers do, but mine went a step further and asked me to hop on his bike! As i looked around to find a cab, i realised i had no option. Sitting was fine, not knowing what to hold onto was not! Grabbing the back of my seat and being horrible awkward I thanked my stars that the place was less than 5 mins away.
Its like speed dating. I move from one broker to another. With the hope to find a better one but end up as disappointed as i was when i my fizzle first fizzed out!!!
So pray for me, as i pray for myself each night,to help me find a HOME! :)
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