In Life, You’re Lucky If Your Cab and Your Crap Come on Time
When you are feeling as helpless as an honest tax-payer, wondering how Nirav Modi’s cab arrived on time for him to flee.
When you are feeling as helpless as an honest tax-payer, wondering how Nirav Modi’s cab arrived on time for him to flee.(Photo: istock/Altered by The Quint)

In Life, You’re Lucky If Your Cab and Your Crap Come on Time

Reader’s Blog.
Reader’s Blog.

If you have an early morning train or a flight, there are two things that are unlikely to be on time – your cab and your crap. It’s almost a rule. It doesn’t matter whether you book a Meru, Ola or Uber, like the police in an eighties Bollywood movie, your cab will arrive at the last minute. Given that three cabbies cancelled last time, you decide to book a local cab this time.

The fact that you wake up at an unearthly hour, much before the pigeons on your AC, is a torture in itself. It’s four in the morning. To play it safe, you call the cab guy even before you brush your teeth. “Where are you? I have a flight to catch?” As expected, he refuses to pick-up the phone. And just when you give up on him and contemplate calling an Uber, the guy on the other end wings it like a politician. He mumbles, “Madam, reaching in five minutes. I’m on my way”. You know he’s not even out of his bed. Finally, when he finally arrives, he invariably lands at the wrong place. You can shout all you want, “C tower, bhaiyya. Didn’t I tell you C? C for Calcutta?”

“Madam jee, that ij K. K for Kalkatta. I’m opojite B tower. B four Bombay.”

You have no time for Sena speak, “BC, it’s M for Mumbai!”

When you are feeling as helpless as an honest taxpayer, wondering how Nirav Modi’s cab arrived on time for him to flee, the unapologetic dolt arrives. “Madam, don’t worry. You won’t miss your flight. Main hoon na.”

Bless you, because this is the closest you get to Shah Rukh. And after this reassurance, he has the gall to stop at the nearest CNG station. “Only five minutes.”

Damn!

While in the cab, you remember the other causality. Your urge to go.

There is no denying that we Indians are particular about our ‘time to grace the pot’. No marijuana involved here, this is strictly about getting rid of your solid waste. Most of us have a fixed time. Truth is, our entire day hinges on the time, amount, and ease of the process. And yet, no matter how much coffee you gulp, there is no sign of any advancement of troops. Not even an itsy-bitsy spasm. It’s like your girlfriend has ditched you at the altar.

Why, only yesterday, you went twice, so what happened today? You can keep solving the puzzle, but there is nothing you can do about it. As your cabbie zooms the Wagon R like SRK, alias Major Ram Prasad Sharma, aiming for Mission Milap with your flight, you dread the thought of using the airport loo. Have you seen the grim faces queued up at an airport loo in the morning? It’s like a war scene – sombre, painful and inevitable. After every gush of the flush, few soldiers emerge winners with a pleased look like that of Shashi Tharoor. Odder still, is the sight of those who failed – they look like a hybrid of Mani Shankar Aiyar and Meenakshi Lekhi, which is a pity, because their final trial is worse – the aircraft loo.

But if you failed thrice, even D Raja – the sole custodian of all prickly feelings, looks more pleased than you do. If anything, it’s your meeting that’s down the drain because constipated people don’t give a crap. In the absence of any bowel movement, there is no guarantee of the right vowel movement. The trip anyway is doomed. There goes the hotel’s complimentary breakfast buffet, your sightseeing and even your meeting. No cheesy lasagna with juicy zucchini or a pancake dripping with honey for you. All you get is papaya and fresh watermelon juice.

So next time both your cab and your crap arrive on time, count your blessings. Visualise hundreds who wake up early to endure this pain – pacing, stretching, waiting, cursing, with anxiety ripping them apart. Thank your stars. Write a gratitude post. Or visit the nearest temple with eleven coconuts.

(Alka Gurha is a published author, award winning blogger and web contributor. She contributes for various websites like The Hoot, The Huffpost and many many more. The views expressed above are the author’s own. The Quint neither endorses nor is responsible for them. )

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