Above: The road, near Sirkhazi.
Always be careful when you're zipping past motor rickshaws that you enunciate clearly. If say something (good naturedly) on your way past like: "Hey, mate! Save the planet, get a bike!", it might come out in the local dialect sounding something like: "Your mother is an underwater goat!", which is about the worst thing you can say to a Hindu. The motor rickshaw guy will then use up all his English in one sentence and come after you.
There's no way to fix this situation, so my advice is just pedal like buggery. The rickshaw guy should give up the chase by the next town or 20 kilometres, whichever comes first.