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Tales of Hippo Travels
Twist in a tale on our Ajmer to Jaisalmer cab charges
“Chalein Sir?” The driver asked my Grandfather politely. As he instructed the driver to start the car, I already started to regret my decision. The two of us, never spent hours at a stretch talking to each other. My mother warned me about his conservative nature & that I behave myself on the five hour trip.
As the driver turned on the ignition, I was thinking of the events that led me to consider taking a taxi from Ajmer to Jaisalmer. My parents told me the night before that I was to travel to Jaisalmer. At first we considered going by air, but it had been long since I took a road trip. My excitement fast turned to annoyance when they told me that my grandfather would be accompanying me. He had to attend a wedding. They said, I could use some ‘quality’ time with him.
Ten minutes had past and it seemed like an hour had gone by. Suddenly, my Grandfather broke the monotony asking the driver places to visit between Ajmer and Jaisalmer. After their conversation came to an end, he turned to me and asked me about my life, this is what I was dreading the most.
At first he lectured me about how I should have taken my CPT exams seriously, or maybe studied hard for a government job. This got on my nerves when the driver jumped into the conversation excited, saying “Sir, mere bete ne abhi-abhi CA final clear kiya hain!” I thought to myself, this time the Ajmer to Jaisalmer car hire wasn’t such a good idea.
The expression of pride on my grandfather’s face was like the cab driver’s son was his own.
“Arre yeh toh badi acchi baat hain, bhai humaare pote ko bhi sikhao aapke bete ke gun”
Not knowing how to reply to my grandfather’s statement, the driver just laughed heartily.
I could soon feel the friendly vibe they shared. My grandfather soon turned to me and said, “So, tell me about your friends Sahil?”
“Well there is Anuj, there is Shagun, there is Farhan, there is Aks-“
“Farhan! Are you friends with a Muslim?” Shocked, he asked me. Then began a tirade, against Muslims.
“They are not like us! We have nothing in common with them Sahil! Will you ever start thinking properly?” I started to zone out as I realised that saying anything would make things worse.
Earlier during the day, my aunt called my mother to tell her that my uncle would pick us up near a pizza shop at the Ajmer Jaisalmer drop stand. They soon started a conversation about the shopping she did for the wedding. In the course of conversation, my mother forgot to tell her that we were coming by taxi.
We were entering the city when my mother called to say that we would be picked up at the airport, she sounded guilty. We had to turn around and take our one way taxi to the Ajmer Jaisalmer Cab airport drop stand.
The Ajmer to Jaisalmer drop stand seemed like a long way from where we were, but in reality it took us only 10 minutes.
On reaching, my grandfather took out his wallet, paid the driver and tried to strike up another conversation but the driver seemed too tired, so he let it be.
My uncle greeted us. My grandfather seemed happy, then he turned to me and said “Merko kabhi tum dikhne nahi chahiye uss Muslim Ladke ke saath.” I ignored him.
My grandfather was leaving with my uncle, then turned back and eagerly asked the driver “Arre bhaisaab, aapka naam toh pucchna bhul hi gaya.”
“Mohammed Khan” The driver replied witha poker face.
I put all energy into controlling my laughter. My Dadaji just became friends with Mr. Khan a few hours ago. The cost of the journey had brought a new perspective into my grandfather’s life.
I had once experienced going from Ajmer to Jaisalmer airport drop by cab, when I had to give an exam on short notice, but that’s another story. Till today, Farhan continues to be one of my closest friends, my grandfather never mentioning a thing.
Love transpired in a cab from Ajmer to Jaisalmer airport
“For the love of God baby, please get back in the car!” Shruti shouted, her voice cracking, her beautiful oval eyes pleading me to get back into the cab.
“No freaking way, first you tell me the truth! Did you sleep with him or no?”
“How many times should I tell you the truth! He-Is-Just-A-Friend!” Tears rolled down her cheeks.
The vehicles behind us were getting restless. The skinny-looking cabdriver rushed towards me -
“Sir, main samajhtahunaapdonoke beech jhagdahain, lekin agar hum ne gaadiaggenahibadhayi, toh koi police bulalega.”
I was told to consider a cab Ajmer to Jaisalmer airport, after landing in India. Policemenwere blowing their whistle to clear traffic. The driver’s words made sense, I got into the car.
I banged the cab door. Shruti covered her face with her hands, crying. Still not able to absorb what had transpired an hour ago.
Back to my homeland after 4 years, I was here to marry my childhood sweetheart Shruti. It burned me to discover that she was cheating on me. His name wasAkshay. The one way cab service Ajmer to Jaisalmer airport was going to be an adventure.
Akshay’s face looked like he was punched in the nose once and the bruise never wore off. I stalked him on Facebook and figured he didn’t look like her type. I couldn’t wait to meet and punch him again in person.
Shruti kept weeping. I did not know what to do. A part of me wanted to just leave her to herself, the other wanted to hug her tight and tell her it will be all right. But was it? Could I forgive her?
I turned and looked straight at Shruti.
“Okay, you say you haven’t cheated. Then why would you send him a message saying I love you?” I asked.
“I never sent him such a message Sahil!”
“YOU ARE LYING STRAIGHT TO MY FACE SHRUTI!”
I snatched her phone & opened Whatsapp. The very first chat was her and Akshay –
Akshay: I ‘<3’ u Shruti :P
Shruti: HAHAHA I ‘<3’ u too Akshay :p :p
“So what is this?” I questioned her, shoving the phone in her face.
“That is just a joke baby-“
“LIES” I had suffered enough “just shut up, we are done, and we are canceling the marriage. When we reach Jaisalmer you can go your own way!”
“But...But…I did not even…he is not even…” Her lies had turned to mush.
You would expect me to be angry at her, but I was angry at myself. Angry at why I took this cab fromAjmer to Jaisalmer airport.
Shruti finally stopped crying “Can I have my phone back?”
I did not respond, instead took out my wallet to pay the cab fare from Ajmer to Jaisalmer airport. Just then saw her phone lit-up and started buzzing. ‘Akshay calling’
I warned Shruti to stay quiet & answered the phone.
“Aurbehenkaisihain, Have you picked up Sahil, baattohkarausshottie se”.
‘Hottie? He really is a douchebag’ I thought to myself.
Akshay went on “Abe say something at least, accha tell me are you taking the Jaisalmer airport drop from Ajmer?”
I remained quiet.
“You know if you stay this quiet, it would be easier for me to steal Sahil from you-”
I hung up. I was processing what just happened. Akshay liked men. I jumped to conclusions, wrong ones. But there was one thing I couldn’t understand.
I turned toShruti.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me Akshay is gay? I would have never doubted anything, to begin with.”
“You should have never doubted ANYTHING, to begin with” she replied. “And you know what? Screw the marriage! I would rather marry a ‘gay’ guy like Akshay than a ‘straight’ guy like you!”
By this time I was worried. She told the driver to stop at Jaisalmer’s bus station.
“Get out! Go back to Vancouver! Don’t ever come back, we are done!”
It’s been 10 years since we covered that distance between Ajmer & Jaisalmer. A lot has happened since. I remember apologizing a thousand times, but ‘no’ was all she said. Shruti I hear is married now; I do not know the details.
I am married and have come a long way in my career since. The Ajmer Jaisalmer airport cab ride was a life changing experience for me. If only I did not doubt her, things would be different.
An incident more than just a Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer drop
‘This is way better than I imagined’ Aarushi thought. She is travelling from Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer with her mother, who is quieter than usual.The driver Ajeet seems nice and polite.
Ajeet is enjoying the drive, the cab is gliding down the highway and the weather is perfect for a hot cup of tea. While Aarushi and Gayatri look out the windows on either side, Ajeet is happy to get time away from his annoying teenage daughter.
The cab’s AC is at its coolest. Tiny droplets of sweat run down Gayatri’s large forehead. Shee’s constantly looking at her watch for the time.
‘There are still a couple of hours left before we reach Jaisalmer’ Gayatri finally speaks. She can’t figure how to bring up the topic she wants to talk about. She begins by signaling Aarushi to take off her earphones.
“Yes mother?” asks Aarushi, looking into Gayatri’s eyes with a cold stare.
“Where did you go with your friends yesterday?”
“Didn’t I tell you already?”
“No, I just remember you rushing out of the house as if it were on fire.”
“It was Prateek’s birthday; he took us out for a movie.”
“This horror movie called Annabelle, it-”
“Who’s Prateek, you haven’t spoken about him before, is he your new boyfriend?”
Aarushi is red with anger.This inquisitive nature is what Aarushi doesn’t like one bit. She doesn’t like being treated like a child at the age of 24. She isnot in thistaxi to have her mother nag her all the way.
“Why should I tell you?” Aarushi burst out at Gayatri.
Gayatri turns to reach her brown leather purse. She opens the zipper, takes out a plastic bag and waves it at Aarushi’s face.
“Because I found this in your laptop bag.” It’s a pouch filled with low-quality marijuana.
There is a sign of embarrassment on Aarushi’s face. She is shocked. She knows her mother is relatively open-minded. But knowing this could be the end of their relationship. Aarushi is dumbfounded; she doesn’t know how to respond.
Gayatri is angry. Even the driver Ajeet can feel the tension in the cab. He knows this would be his last from Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer drop cab if he interferes. He wishes to stop and take break. He focuses on the road instead.
“Bhaiya! Cab Roko! Please!” Aarushi suddenly shouts from behind. The sweat which was on Gayatri’s face is now on Aarushi’s. As soon as Ajeet stops the cab, Aarushi runs to a bench near the Jaisalmer-Ajmer highway. She takes out her breather and starts puffing.
Gayatri follows her. “How long?” She asks.
“Six Years.” Aarushi whispers.
“But why? Why did you start doing drugs?”
“You won’t understand, besides you don’t even care!” Aarushi runs back and takes her place in the passenger seat. Gayatri sits in the backseat.
“Make me understand, and don’ttell me it helps you relax. You have had asthma ever since you were 12.” Gayatri’s words sound more like threats.
Seeing the two get back into the cab, Ajeet stubs the cigarette he lit and gets back to his seat. “Chalein Madam?” Drop-dead silence is all he gets in response. Taking it as a sign of approval, he starts the car.
Aarushi reaches out to plug in her music. “Don’t you dare try to avoid this topic? You better reply now or I will ask Ajeet to turn the cab around and take us back to Ajmer.” Gayatri’s threats are more direct now.
“Oh Come on! Like you would ever do that. Don’t you remember mom? It was you who wanted to go to Jaisalmer in the first place! I have no interest in attending the wedding. You forced me to come along.” Aarushi isstern;her voice has a renewed sense of purpose.
Gayatri is furious. “Yes of course, you are only interested in doing drugs, drinking, hanging out with strange boys...”
Aarushi can’t hold back anymore, she let’s go. “YOU ARE ONE TO SAY? IKNOW WHY YOU WANT TO ATTEND THE WEDDING SO DESPERATELY MOM! I KNOW ABOUT YOU & AJAY UNCLE.”
Gayatri is dumb-founded. The Ajmer airport Jaisalmer cab drop seemed distant to her now. She wishes she could go back in time and put Aarushi’s weed back where she found it. ‘But how could she have known…Does that even matter’ a voice in her head replies.
“For how long have you known?”
“Since I was 18 mom, 6 years basically. You gave me your phone to check my 12th results…that’s when I saw the chats between you two.”
“Does your father know?”
“No, he does not. I did not have the guts to tell him. After I found out, I was numb. My world came shattering down. I couldn’t tell anybody. I had no close friends. So I made friends with a habit, a habit that felt right to me, that never left my side. I knew that’s all I had. I hope you know which habit I am talking about mom?”
“Yeah, I do” Gayatri replied, meekly. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. The reached their destination, Gayatri held on to the same purse, took out the money and paid the cab charges. The two never spoke about the incident again.
Gayatri is still cheating on her husband. Aarushi never gave up the habit. But Ajeet, the driver, has turned his life around. He quit smoking since the trip and started spending more time with his daughter now.
The incident, in a Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer cab service
All my life, I have been a scared person. Scared of my wife’s anger, scared of our children’s demands, scared of the neighbour who always parks in my spot. This is the story of the bravest moment of my life.
Chapter 1 - The Pick Up
“We have suffered enough! Starting today, I pledge my unconditional support to our cause.” roared Mr. Smith, amid hoots and claps from his supporters. Mr. Smith’s oratory charm was such that he could say anything he wanted, and get away with it. Even I, someone who considered himself as being above the divisiveness of religions, admired his thoughts & actions. I wanted to listen to the speech further but I had to change the channel as I drove into an elongated driveway (Passengers do not like nosy drivers you see). However, I still couldn’t get over the fact that my would-be passenger had crores of followers’ world over & was probably one of the most famous & respected figures of his religion.
“In another news, a 10-year-old’s death has led to-”
I looked outside to see Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer cabs stand in a queue outside the airport. I turned off the radio of my car as I parked right outside the airport arrivals, took a deep breath and reminded myself to keep calm. Even though he was a celebrated figure, I had to think of Mr. Smith as just another passenger wanting to make his way to Jaisalmer.
“You have to do it Sagar, stop acting like a wuss, and he is just a man” my reporting manager had reminded me the day before. I dropped my manager a message saying I had reached the airport. I also texted Mr. Smith, informing him about my arrival.
Normally passengers with a celebrity status are not ready at the time they specify, but not Mr. Smith. He was there exactly two minutes after I sent the message.
At first glance, he seemed to look more like a young politician, his pushed back hairdo and blue hawaai chappals. A clean-shaven man wearing a white Kurta over a pair of jeans is rarely thought of as a religious leader. But that was Mr. Smith for you.
Other than his punctuality and choice of clothing, his etiquette seemed to be that of a humble man. I wanted to put his luggage in the cab’s boot, he politely denied the offer. I was beginning to understand why so many people admire the magnanimous Mr. Smith.
“Chalein sir?” he asked, smiling politely. “Ji sir” I replied, as I opened the backseat gate to let him in. “The distance between Ajmer to Jaisalmer is going be long, I hope you are prepared.” I did not understand why he said that.
It took us half an hour to hit the Ajmer to Jaisalmer Highway. As we crossed the Ajmer toll booth, I heaved a sigh of relief. This ride was going smoother than I had anticipated.
My relief was short-lived. I felt cold hard metal being pressed up against the back of my head. I looked in the cab’s rear-view mirror. Mr. Smith had a pistol in his hand, and it was pointed straight at me.
“Whatever you do, just don’t stop the cab”, Mr. Smith said, again smiling ever so politely.
Chapter 2 – The Stranger
“What do you want? I will do whatever you tell me to do. Please just leave me alone. I have a wife and 2 kids!”
Mr. Smith looked calm as ever.
“What’s your full name?”
“My name’s Sagar Sharma?”
“Do you smoke Sagar?”
When I decided to take this Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer cab I was hoping to get a nice guy like you.
He reached inside his Kurta’s right pocket and took out a packet of Marlboro. Offered me one & took one for himself. From the same pocket, he took out a gold-plated lighter, lit up his cigarette &then mine.
As I took a puff, a strange thought occurred. ‘Maybe this is some kind of TV prank.’ I began to tell myself that this is the case. That I am stuck in reality-show.
“You know, I have never smoked while having a gun pointed towards me, feels like I am in a movie” I said.
“Hahahaha.. You’re a funny guy? Got any family?”
“Yes, a nagging wife & two of the most demanding kids you will ever meet.”
“Do you want me to kill them?”
‘Okay, this is definitely not a TV prank’ I thought. My heart beginning to pound.
“Then you got to do exactly as I say Sagar. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you do to anything evil.”
“Okay, what do you want me to do.”
“Firstly, you need to keep your hands where I can see them.”
I put both my hands on the steering wheel.
“Stay still, I am going to take a picture. Give me your phone...don’t worry, you’ll get it back as soon as this ride is over.”
Why did he want to take a picture on my phone? Maybe he was a sadist. I did not think too much and opened the car’s dashboard, shuffled around for my phone & gave it to him. The distance from Ajmer to Jaisalmer by road suddenly seemed like a long-long stretch.
“Because I need to complete a task before we reach Jaisalmer.”
“You’ll know soon. I did not take this cab to answer useless questions. For now, you can put on a nice melodious song; I see this cab has a great sound system.”
I turned the volume up.
So here I was, Sagar Sharma, a simple hard-working driver stuck in a cab with a crazy religious loon. I knew for sure that Mr. Smith was a psychopath, not because he had pulled a gun on me or threatened to kill my family. He was crazy because of the extremely calm conduct he maintained during the entire conversation.
But I didn’t get it? What did he want? Why was he doing this? Was he going to kill me at the end?
I knew he wasn’t going to answer any of these questions. But I had to ask one, one which I desperately needed to know the answer to –
“I have a question I would like to ask if you allow.” I asked, hopefully.
“Yes, sure. Go ahead” he was smiling as usual.
“You are a man who is followed by so many people, of all religions alike. Nearly everyone respects you? What will you get from killing a driver?” I just wanted him to say that he isn’t going to kill me. In his brief silence, the Ajmer airport to Jaisalmer distanceseemed like a lifetime had passed.
“Don’t worry, I am not going to kill you, you’re just an unwitting member of the larger plan?” I felt relieved & nervous at the same time. What plan was he talking about?
“What larger plan?”
“A plan to take revenge on the people who have wronged us.”
“Who has wronged you?”
He did not reply.
“You know what I don’t care who has wronged you. Can you please just let me go?” He clearly did not want to tell his ‘Grand’ plan. I decided to beg for my freedom instead.
“I can’t let you go”, he said.
“Because you’ve seen too much.”
“But you said you weren’t going to kill me!”
“That’s right; I am not going to kill you. But you are going to die today Sagar.”
Chapter 3 – The Plan
Before picking him up, I had seen, read & heard all of Mr. Smith’s interviews & speeches. That is why I couldn’t understand the reason behind his actions. He had always proposed non-violence & inclusiveness as the best features of a progressive society. His charitable work included people from all religions. Then why now? Why would change his ideology? Why couldn’t he just let me go!
After about half an hour or so, it clicked. I suddenly remembered the speech I was listening to when I entered his house. He had said something along the lines of –
“The Indian government must stop avoiding the casual racism faced by Indian Christians. We will not let Josie Millett’s death go in vain. We have suffered enough! Starting today, I pledge my unconditional support to our cause.”
And then it started making sense. Josie Millett was a 10-year-old Christian girl who had been killed in a bullying incident a week back. The incident had created uproar in the Christian community as the children bullying her were Hindu. Mr. Smith was possibly behind some sort of symbolic revenge on Hindus, as retribution towards the killing of Josie.
‘AAHHHH! That’s why I consider myself an agnostic’ I thought. ‘Well, what’s the point anyways? I am still going to die in a religiously-motivated terrorist attack.’
But all this neurotic investigation was just a theory; I thought that I should confirm this theory. I turned around to face Mr. Smith; he lowered his gun’s nozzle.
“Is this to do with Josie Millett?”
“SMART BOY!” his normally calm face expressed amazement.
“But why me? I didn’t do anything to the girl. In fact, I fiercely condemn the incident.”
His expression went back to being calm & composed.
“I overestimated your intelligence. Hiring a cab is just a small part of the plan. You have got nothing to do with this. You’re just a collateral loss of life.”
“Please, just leave me alone. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
Mr. Smith went completely silent, leaving me to my own devices.
I did not want to be another ‘Collateral loss of life’! But what could I do? A single move and he would shoot me. I began evaluating options. I could simply crash the car, but then both of us could die, I could hit the brakes, but he might still be able shoot me. No matter what solution I considered, nothing seemed to end with me living.
I saw a truck approaching us in the right rear-view mirror. Honking loudly, coming up fast. I still remember the thought I had in my mind at that moment.
‘If I do this, at least I go on my own terms’.
“HEY! WHAT THE…”
Chapter 4: A Changed Man
It has been six long months since I crashed the Hippocab into that truck. I was in a coma for five months after the crash. Mr. Smith’s true intentions are still a mystery to me. Some cops did visit me the day I woke up. They told me that Mr. Smith’s luggage was found full of country-made rifles & pistols, he had probably planned a mass shooting. They did not tell me his exact plan, but they did say that he was given a state funeral & the events which occurred in that Hippocab have not been shared with the public.
One of the cops said that stories like these could begin riots; he said that Mr. Smith had been an excellent citizen for most of his life, so they decided to let him be remembered as one. They thanked me for my bravery & warned me to not tell anyone about the events which transpired on the highway.
I disagree and so I decided to tell you this story instead. I don’t care about their ‘warnings’, I have had a gun to my head before.
On a personal note, I am still scared of my wife’s anger & my children’s demands. But my neighbour dares not park in my spot when I get back!
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|Ajmer to Jaisalmer Bus||374 Kms.||9 Hrs.|
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