Rick retrospective

As children we had no moral objections to maximising on these transporters, often striking deals with them in order to make small detours along the way. It was Balraj Sahni8217;s ordeal in Do Bigha Zameen that stirred our conscience somewhat. We vowed never to take a rick again. But our neighbourhood rickshaw-wallah was most disappointed at this unexpected turn of events. He argued with us that he had migrated from Bihar in search of a livelihood and that he had no other vocation open to him. So we continued to patronise at least this one puller.

The rickshaw, however, became indispensable during the infamous Calcutta floods, which occurred with clockwork regularity. A couple of hours of continuous downpour and there would be knee-deep water on the streets. It is then that the ricks came into their own. Their pullers would hover around, ready to ferry the stranded people 8212; to the market, to office, to school, anywhere 8212; of course for a colossal re-negotiated rate!

I will never forget the day we went for a matinee show. It had rained heavily for the two hours we were inside the hall. When we came out, the car was already under two feet of water. There was no recourse for the six of us but to hail three ricks. It took three hours to make the four-kilometre trip home!

Kolkata continues to get flooded even today. Wonder what will happen to the city8217;s stranded denizens the next time it gets rained out, now that the ubiquitous hand-pulled rickshaw has been banished from its streets?