Late story. There are some things money can't ply (!); an autorick-jaa ride from an office-goer's residence to the nearest railway station is one of them! Sharad Rao, thanks to you and your team of Udaas Auto!

Now, why isn't there a why-relent revolt demanding reserved quota for local sons-of-the-spoil in the all-Pawarful money-baking Indian Philanderers League? Sena Mamta, tumko yeh sab kaise jamta ji, ji?!

Designations can be a funny thing; they appear to be top-level, work at the ground-level and when it comes to getting screwed, they turn mid-level!

Baap re dharti hili, hili hili.....Run-Off-Kutch (!) se Slumbai tak sabki phati, phati, phati.....richter pe sirf (!) chaar se kaapi insaaniyat.....jaan jaani jaan lo, jinke ghar dharti pe bane hote haiin (!), woh Mother Earth se pangaa nahin liya karte!

A boss can be judged by the manner with which the company he treats, and the tenure of the chauffeur he keeps!

India, you simply not fair; the mean machines are here for your cheer! However, there isn't an iota of difference in the treatment meted out by your roads to an autorickshaw and someone who is still trying to create a cult known as Hardly Davidsome, er, well?!

Buyfors lo ya Tatra, aye watan, aye watan, tujhko kardein khatam, ek jagah jab jamaan ho saale (!), Advani...., Maya...., Antony....!