Capitalist economy n autodrivers

I seriously don't know whats the big deal about the auto drivers cheating everybody. Profit is the primary motive of any business venture. So if any sundry businessman can exploit you for his/her profit, why not an auto guy. You need a service. And the auto-guy is providing the service. You have a choice - take the rick or take any other mode of transportation. If you are taking the rick then you'll have to pay what the auto-driver asks for. Cuz the auto is his property. He has a virtual monopoly over the rick.. So he can ask for whatever he wants. And you can accept it or try maybe a bus or something. Of course there are govt regulations, but when half the ppl are breaking the laws one way or another, when the big corporations are using every loophole to maximise their profit, why blame just the auto-driver?
And more than that, you have an option to complain against the auto-driver. How many of us actually do that?
Most of us don't have any moral rights to whine n crib against the auto-drivers.
Its not like I havnt had my share of tiffs with the auto-drivers, but then if i need the auto that badly i don't mind paying whatever he asks for.

Scientist Part 1

The scientist considered his research to be of paramount importance.His daily schedule went something like research, research, research,study, understand, and finally eat and sleep if he finds time.He was working day in and day out. His life revolved around his lab.Nobody ever knew of the Scientist outside the lab. He was what he was.His research defined him. Outside of his work he was nothing. But there was no reason why he should be associated with anything other than his experiments and labs.

As time went by the scientist forgot about himself. He lost touch with others and generally avoided everybody. He had minimal contact with the outside world.

And then came the huge breakthrough. He published his findings.Awards and accolades came searching for him. Money and fame had found their new abode.

And then he finally took a break. He left the lab and he reached a hill station. Watching the serene calm snow capped mountains he thought about himself. He realized he had no clue who he was. A sudden bout of hopelessness hit him. He wondered if he did right by doing what he did.

He didn’t have any answers. He asked himself if it was really worth it. He wondered what made the life worth living. He started walking. No one ever heard of him again. Search parties found a well preserved albeit frozen human body after some days.

trilogy based on nietzche:Part 3: Death of Self

Death of Self
He was the dude everyone wanted to be.
He was cool, handsome, witty and smart.
He had enough intelligence to pass the exams.
Enough money to do whatever he wanted to.
But he was never like that. He had started play acting when he was small. Whatever that others saw and admired in him was just a facade. Till the time he realized that he didn't know the empty shell that he had become. He didn't recognize the himself. His likes and dislikes were totally alien to him.
He realized the truth at last.
The truth that being yourself was never going to take him anywhere in his quest for the self.
He had two options. He could still be himself and make himself believe that he is having a great time in his life and that he doesn't care about the ultimate truth. Or he could go back and be who he was and try understand life, his dreams and the Truth.
He decided to play act.
His conscious mind mourned its untimely death.
Another plastic figure was at display.