Luxury on a Budget: Three Wheels, Countless Thrills

What is your all time favorite automobile?

When it comes to automobiles, people often glorify Lamborghinis, Rolls Royces, or Teslas. But for me, the humble auto rickshaw🛺🛺🛺🛺🛺🛺—yes, the three-wheeled marvel—is the true king of the road. It doesn’t boast a roaring engine or sleek aerodynamics, but it carries stories, heated arguments over fare, and occasionally, an entire family with their week’s groceries precariously perched.

“Life is a journey, and the rickshaw reminds us that bumps are just part of the ride.”

As a child, my school commute was in a rickshaw—a bouncing, giggling, chaotic ride that was pure joy. Rickshaws aren’t just vehicles; they’re time machines loaded with nostalgia, carrying me back to carefree mornings and laughter-filled rides with friends.

The rickshaw is truly a philosopher’s chariot. Its open sides let the wind slap you awake, its colorful decorations—from plastic flowers to Bob Marley stickers—serve as unintentional art therapy, and its tassels flaunt a charm that no Lamborghini could ever match.

And then there’s the soundtrack. That unmistakable horn, paired with the driver’s refrain of, “Sir, one kilometer means two rupees extra!” is the melody of urban life. A rickshaw ride is more than transportation—it’s a classroom on wheels, teaching patience, negotiation skills, and the art of holding on for dear life during sharp turns.

“Speed thrills, but rickshaws fulfill—bringing slow-moving joys that leave a mark.”

A rickshaw ride feels like a gamble: will you reach your destination, or will the engine splutter into retirement halfway through? Either way, the suspense is on the house.

Thought to Ponder: In a world hurtling towards electric cars and self-driving vehicles, is the rickshaw not the perfect metaphor for life—simple, chaotic, and hilariously unpredictable? Perhaps true luxury isn’t in speed but in savoring the ride.