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Tales of Hippo Travels
A Conservative Grandfather & His Liberal Grandson take a taxi from Gurgaon to Pushkar
“Chalein Sir?” The driver asked my Grandfather politely. As he instructed the driver to start the car, I had already regretted being a part of what I was about to witness. The two of us, had never spent hours at a stretch conversing with each other. My mother warned me about his conservative nature & that I behave myself on the five hour long trip.
As the driver turned on the ignition, I was still thinking of the events that led me into this awkward situation. My parents told me the night before that I had to book two tickets to Pushkar. I looked up the available taxi service from Gurgaon to Pushkar. My excitement fast turned into annoyance when they told me that my grandfather would be accompanying me. He was attending a wedding in Pushkar. They said,I could spend some ‘quality’ time with him.
Ten minutes had past and there was complete silence, it seemed like an hour had gone by. While I was lost in thoughts, my Grandfather turned to me and askedabout 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 became more irritating when the driver jumped into the conversation, with an expression of excitement saying, “Sir, mere bete ne abhi-abhi CA final clear kiyahain!”
The expression of pride on my grandfather’s face was like the cab driver’s son was his son.
“Arreyehtohbadiacchibaathain, bhaihumaarepotekobhisikhaoaapkebeteke 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 as I wondered what it would have been like to go by train and pass by Gurgaon to Pushkar stations. The other two enjoyed each other’s company. My grandfather turned to me again 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?” He asked me, his face turned red. 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.
Our one way taxi for Gurgaon to Pushkarcame to a halt by the time his crazy rant ended. He took out his wallet, paid the taxi fare from Gurgaon to Pushkar and triedto strike up another conversation but the driver seemed disinterested.
He turned back to me and said “Merkokabhi tum dikhnenahichahiyeuss Muslim Ladkekesaath.” I ignored him.
As we got out of the cab, my grandfather asked the driver “Aapkanaamtohpucchna hi bhulgaya.”
“Mohammed Khan” The driver replied with a straight look on his face.
I put all energy into controlling my laughter. My Dadaji just became friends with Mr. Khan a few hours ago.
Till date, Farhan has been one of my closest friends and my grandfather has never said a thing.
A life altering experience in a Gurgaon Pushkar taxi service
“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 vehicle behind us was honking. The skinny-looking cabdriver rushed towards me -
“Sir, main samajhta hun aap dono ke beech jhagda hain, lekin agar hum ne gaadi agge nahi badhayi, toh koi police bula lega.”
I had recently come back to India and we had booked a taxi service Gurgaon to Pushkar. I had heard about policemen ill-treating civilians here. I looked around at other angry faces, 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 was Akshay.
Akshay’s face looked like he was punched in the nose. 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, the other wanted to hug her tightand 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 and 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 herface.
“That is just a joke baby-“
“LIES” I had suffered enough “just shut up, we are done, we are canceling the marriage. When we reach Pushkar you can go your own way!”
“How long before this Gurgaon Pushkar taxi comes to a halt?” I asked the driver. He said it will take a couple of hours.
“Just 2 more hours baby, then we are done. You won’t have to see my ugly face again, you can marry your ‘just-friend’ Akshay” I mocked.
“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 taxi.
Shruti finally stopped crying “Can I have my phone back?”
I was just about to give it back to her, but it started to ring.
I warned Shruti to stay quiet & answered the phone.
“Aur behen kaisi hain, Have you picked up Sahil, baat toh kara uss hottie se”.
‘Hottie? He really is a douchebag’ I thought to myself.
Akshay went on “Abe say something at least, accha tell me how did the Gurgaon airport Pushkar taxi drop go?”
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, that weren’t right. But there was one thing I still 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!”
The distance from Gurgaon to Pushkar seemed long now. She told the driver to stop at Pushkar’s bus station.
“Get out! Go back to Vancouver! Don’t ever come back, we are done!”
It’s been 10 years since then. A lot has gone by. 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. If only I had kept my doubts to myself, things would have been different.
One Gurgaon to Pushkar taxi service, and one unspoken conversation
‘This is way better than I imagined’ Aarushithought. The Hippocab she hired for Pushkar is indeed comfortable.The driver Ajeet is polite and her mother Gayatriis quieter than usual.
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’slarge forehead. She’s constantly looking at her watch for the time.
‘There is still a couple of hours left before we reach Pushkar’ Gayatrispeaks after careful consideration. She can’t figure how to bring up the topic she wants to talk about. She begins by signalingAarushi 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 burstout at Gayatri.
Gayatri turns to reach her brown leather purse. She opens the zipper, takesout 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 Hippocab. He wondered if he would get the Gurgaon to Pushkar Airport cab charges after all this chaos. He wishes to stop the cab and take break. He focuses on the road instead.
“Bhaiya! Cab Roko! Please!” Aarushisuddenly 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 Pushkar-Gurgaon 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 asthmaever 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 Gurgaon.” 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 Pushkar in the first place! I have no interest in attending the wedding. You forced me to come along.” Aarushiis stern, her voice hasa 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 lets 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. 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 theGurgaon to Pushkar cab price. The two never spoke about the incident again.
Gayatri is still cheating on her husband. Aarushinever gave up the habit. But Ajeet, the driver of the cab, has turned his life around. He quit smoking since the tripand started spending more time with his daughter now.
The untold story of the taxi from Gurgaon to Pushkar
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 many people who were travelling from Gurgaon to Pushkar by taxi. I turned off the radio of my car as I parked the car, 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 Pushkar.
“You have to do it Sagar, stop acting like a wuss, he is just a man” my reporting manager had reminded me the day before. I dropped my manager a message saying I had reached. I also texted Mr. Smith, informing him about myarrival.
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.
He stepped in, smiled and asked me the taxi fare Gurgaon to Pushkar. I greeted him and told him that the Gurgaon to Pushkar taxi fare is not something he should worry about. I was nervous.
“Chalein?” he asked, smiling politely. “Ji sir” I replied calmly.
It took us half an hour to hit the highway. As we crossed the Gurgaon toll booth, I heaved a sigh of relief. This ride was going smoother than I had anticipated.
Five minutes in, my heart skipped a beat, 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 was looking at taxi booking Gurgaon to Pushkar,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 Gurgaon to Pushkar by road suddenly seemed like a long-long stretch.
“Good. Now comes the last step. Right next to the Pushkar-Gurgaon midway is a very small lane. I would like for you to turn into that lane.”
“Because I need to complete a task before we reach Pushkar.”
“You’ll know soon. I did not take this cab to answer useless questions. For now, youcan put on a nice melodious song, I see this cab has a greatsound system.”
I turned the volumeup.
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, itseemed 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 workincluded 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 an 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 theHippocab 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!
|Gurgaon to Pushkar cab|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Etios||3631|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Dzire||3631|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Amaze||3631|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Accent||3631|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Innova||5268|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Xylo||5268|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Lodgy||5268|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar taxi|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Etios||9.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Dzire||9.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Amaze||9.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Accent||9.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Innova||13.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Xylo||13.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar||Lodgy||13.5 INR/Kms.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar distance|
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|Gurgaon to Pushkar Bus||328 Kms.||8 Hrs.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar Cab||328 Kms.||5 Hrs.|
|Gurgaon to Pushkar Train||328 Kms.||7 Hrs.|