Naya Daur
Sitting on his rickshaw parked on the Narkeldanga Main Road, Mehboob was watching the shuttle autos ferry passengers from Phoolbagan to Kaizer Street, Sealdah station and Central Avenue. “I’m the only one left in this area,” lamented the 45-year-old from Bihar. Almost obsolete around the country, but still going strong, hand-pulled rickshaws are one of the oldest means of transport in the city. In the energy-sapping heat and humidity, his vest was soaked with sweat. H e fanned himself with a gamcha. There’re still some rickshaws near the vegetable markets and local areas, waiting to run you to your destination, but commuters prefer the autos. It saves time and cheaper too. "I get very little business nowadays. People want to rush. Everything has become so fast. Most rickshaw-pullers have either left the job or went back home,” he added. While I waited for app-cab Ola on the rickety four-point crossing at Khal Pol, I wondered if the man versus machine c...