Joy ride

Kai sa he? Hmm no.

Ap ka nam kya he? Hmm, no

How to say:

Who pimped your ride?

Your standard auto rickshaw has blue vinyl seats, brown-black roof, minimum comfort, and some masala of human smell. The tricked out ride I got today was Pleather. A beautiful egg shell white pleather covered the seats and the roof. The roof was lined with a border of faux velvet with a brown background and a swirly pattern of neon green and fluorescent orange. The sound system, of the sub-woofer variety, blared a similarly chintzy but appealing hindi filmi tune. I so enjoyed the ride. I had to refrain from laughing with joy and puzzling the driver. Most autos are embellished, but usually awkwardly so with a fluorescent light that glares like an interrogation lamp or huge speakers through which the music warbles out. But this, my friends, was artwork of the urban landcape.