The multi-tasking cabbie driver (from Kashmir!) Posted on November 11, 2005November 11, 2005 So it was my last evening in London. My cab driver arrived on the dot. As expected he was Asian. It didn’t take very long for him to get chatting. They’re usually very friendly and dying to find out key information about you – your name, your country and your marital status. So, Mr TDFK (taxi driver from Kashmir) got talking almost immediately and started with the obvious ice breaker – the current Indian cricket team. “I do not like Saurav Ganguly,” he declared with an air of disdain. Like admitting to like Saurav is a disease these days. “My favourite is Sachin Tendulkar.†No surprises there I guess! “Love, do you mind if I stop and pick something up to eat,†he asked suddenly. They have a habit of calling you ‘love’ even if you are a perfect stranger they’ve just met. (It’s rather sweet – I mean, we rarely call the ones we love ‘love’!) It was the last day of Ramzan and apparently TDFK (taxi driver from Kashmir) had not eaten the whole day. He made a stop at a gas station and did his quick pick-up. Loudly munching on chips, bars of Kit Kat and other tidbits, he launched into a long monologue about why India and Pakistan should continue to play cricket. Then he wanted to know everything about me (even dark secrets my pals don’t know). So to divert his attention, I began to ask him questions. He came to England a year and a half ago. In search of the better life, presumably. And everyone (his whole family) was in the UK. He married his first cousin. He met a really rude English lady in the morning and she didn’t have the courtesy to make conversation, he complained Not everyone is as friendly as us Indians, don’t take offence, I said to make him feel better. They are like that only. He wasn’t too convinced, of course. She was rude, very rude, he kept muttering. In between all this, of he continued to speak on his cellphone. Loud brisque conversations peppered our our exchange! He’d apologise and get back to me. “And you were saying, love?” While doing all of this, he would also be smsing, and steering the wheel with one hand. This was when I started to worry a bit. After having safely conserved myself through all my adventures, the last thing I wanted was to perish in an anonymous cab heading to Heathrow! In fact, as we were approaching the airport through a long narrow tunnel, when suddenly the car veered to the left, the car rear view mirror nearly grazing the side. TDFK was reading an sms and talking at the same time, you see. I swear on all the cabs I have taken that I’ve not seen a more multi-tasked taxi driver in all my life. Terminal 3. Finally! I jumped out of the cab and gave him the money. He jumped out, got my luggage out, jumped in and drove off like a maniac, obviously eager to pick up his next customer (or send his next sms). After having witnessed his amazing keypad skills, I’d be inclined to think it was the latter. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Living
Of chance meetings Posted on October 30, 2005October 30, 2005 I thought my time in Paris would be spent alone. Not that I had any problems. With its efficient rail and bus system, Paris is very much geared for tourists and it is difficult to get lost. I covered quite a lot of ground in the three days I was there. Including walking up the Champs-Elysees from Franklin Roosevelt station and the Eiffel Tower from Trocadera Gardens station, just as Jag had suggested (thanks Jag!). I especially loved the Louvre (where my head started spinning after a few hours) and the Moulin Rouge, the Basilica of Sacre Coeur and that whole bargain shopping stretch at Montmarte. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Read More
Big brother’s watching! Posted on October 4, 2005October 4, 2005 How dare you dance in Bangalore? says enraged Big Brother (BB). If Big Brother’s been watching over us wayward citizens in Bangalore, can he but not make an appearance in Chennai? How dare you kiss in Chennai? BB is enraged. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Read More
Cycling Published: “Letter from Bangalore” Posted on October 9, 2014 A piece I wrote for the magazine, “Vision – fresh perspectives from Dubai“, published by Touchline, October edition. It’s published quarterly in the English language, and has a print run of 60,000. It features reporting on business, culture and life in the emirate, high profile interviews with influential thought leaders,… Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Read More
When I was a kid, I used to watch this puppet show. It was about small creatures (almost mouselike) living in a labyrynth of tunnels under a house. The men are there and the tunnels open up into a small mouse hole in a large room. Once in a while the odd adventureous bunch of these creatures get out there and encounter the men. They are terribily scared of these men too. Down in the tunnel there lives a swamp creature, a friendly swamp creature which is part of the story. All of them except the men are puppets. One amont these creatures is an adventureous traveller and off he escapes those tunnels and out to the world of men. He travels around paris, london, america and other parts of the world. He writes back to his fellow creatures about the strange ways of the outside world on a picture postcard with him on the picture. Whenever I see your blog, it reminds me of that adventureous guy who writes back on a picture postcard. This used to come on DD in the 80s mainly. I think sunday evening or saturday evening slot. Anyone know the name ?? vasu Reply
Hi! I love the picture of cats in your blog… 🙂 I have written about cats too in my blog. Do read up if you could spare some time… http://vidyanjali.blogspot.com/2005/09/cats-sense.html Thanks. Reply
hey how’s u. ur trip seems to have been interesting and eventful throughout. will come agn to read all the entries in detail Reply
Louly Maydum, Ohohohohohoho! “the last thing I wanted was to perish in an anonymous cab heading to Heathrow!” Errr…..the next time Shibs and I are in the backseat screaming for dear life, I am going to use this material s’il te plait! Reply
hey navneet, Ya… thats the one.. Fraggle rock.. :).. Thanks man.. cos this was sticking in my brain like a thron.. and it feels relieved to pluck it out with some help of course. Ya.. whenever I read anita’s blogs, I remember fraggle rock.. dunno why.. maybe the colour ??? anita : dont change the background and all this is a complement. vasu Reply
Hi Anita, from Vidalia, Georgia in the US. I happened upon your blog, and found it quite interesting. Great posting and your travels inm the UK somewhat mirror mine several years ago. In 1990, I was stationed at Mildenhall, near Cambridge, while in the UD Air Force. I made trips to all the wonderful places to see things I would never have been able to see without the Air Force sending me overseas. I also took a trip to Paris, and found it just as you said. Your comments about Montmartre brought back memories. Did you visit the cathedral there? I did, and it was breathtaking inside. My best to you, Joe Reply
I would have loved to meet the taxi driver, they make the best conversations.. and I would have given my dose of one child policy 😉 and safe sex. Reply
Heh heh – London cabbies are the best aren’t they? Best at scaring the life out of you anyway 😉 Glad you made it back in one piece! Reply
Hi Anita! So glad you made it back in one peice!! 🙂 It was so nice to see you… BTW, did your friends and family like the gifts??? You left at the right time- the temperature has realllllllly dropped. Do put up pmore pics of your trip. Reply
pranjal: i think he had been doing it for quite long as he seemed like an expert! vasu: which tunnel did you creep out from? 🙂 you need to do something to get back into our books now. you have been erased from a few lives 😉 thanks vidya. will do! kavitha: will put up more pics and writings in the next few days when i get some time 🙂 thanks uma 🙂 venky: i shall not say anything about auto drivers in chennai, because if i did i might not be able to stop! vaish maydum: i am a very safe driver 🙂 thanks joe. glad i could rekindle some of those memories for you… tony: hmmm.. maybe next time?! jag: the best! even the ones we encountered in scotland were really nice and friendly 🙂 sunrayz: i did yes! thanks for all the help. everything has been distributed to different parties. but i think i should have gotten more of these brandy liquer chocolates 🙂 Reply
Nice blog Anita ! I had a nice experience with a Taxi driver in Singapore ,check it out when you have time http://srsrividya.blogspot.com Reply
You said that, “admitting to like Saurav is a disease these days.” Why do you think saurav bashing is a privilege these days? His removal has caused an uproar in the country. Even non-Bengalis and all the news channels are bitching about his axing from the team. Some morons even thought about raising that issue in the parliament. Imagaine that. Most of the leading newspapers dedicate 2-3 pages to him, sulking on his elimination. News channels have gone mad. I am sure the news channels have better things to discuss than this. My only point is that, Saurav has become a hero. I am not a fan of his, but ‘admitting to like Saurav is actually not a disease’. Reply