Uber share is a thing. Unknown people share cabs to save mother earth. While Uber sharing, I've dreamt of meeting many a lovely lady, with whom sparks fly at the first "Bhaiyya AC chala dijiye". And these situations have happened. Only, either me or her were sitting shotgun. Its weird to make conversation with people who you dont know and who's face you cant see. This is only possible when the four of your family, mother, father and two sons are taking a long car trip. WHich would be from New Bombay to anywhere. Father would grill you with Maths, my multiplication, solid in the single digits and dama-dol in the doubles, unless you're talking 11s. Everyone knows the tens arent a table. And the other times when mother never needed to look back to grab her erring elder son as he bullied her younger one, snap him into obedient silence or maths tables, so that father could concentrate on driving. Every father should be able to drive with his offsprings, otherwise, kaise father ho aap. But my mother never took that chance.
So during these Uber shares, I've always been very well behaved. Who knows if this driver is a maths enthusiast. I once vomited in an Uber in HK but that doesnt count. Desh ki dharti.
During yesterday's Uber share ride, I was the first of the sharees, and we roll into a hotel Orchid to pick up a gentleman with luggage. He seats himself next to me and intimates the driver that his bus is at 10.15pm. I decide to educate him on how Uber share works, and if he has deadlines to meet, the extra buck will save his ass.
Post this he enquires to me and my profession. I unload a lot of information on him, as I have been sharpening my answers in these last 6 months. Depending on the audience, there could be a mix of tragi-comedy, straight faced news reporting style or a flippant joe. Yesterday I gave him the 'someone asked me something and i must give him his money's worth' reply.
I finally got around to asking him what he did. Turns out he is a wing commander in the indian airforce. From there, I again dived into the Indo-China war rhetoric and how its only a mechanism to give the war industry in our country, that had been lying stagnant for so long, can be given a boost. He surprisingly agreed, maybe with the logic, or the impending missing of his bus was clouding his reflexes.
On getting off from the Uber, I told him it was nice meeting him and I was very thankful for what he was doing for the country. He was pleasantly surprised with this. After this I pocket the twenty rupees the Uber driver gave me for the 10 he owes me. Drop by drop, I plan to make Uber pay for the phone I lost to their driver, whom they shielded like Sanjay Dutt was shielded by his mother in Vastav.
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