The Cab Driver

A Story by bed's writing

Everyone has a life. He too had.. Relive the hardships,struggle,emotions and love with a cab driver

Kolkata Airport was as always busy. The schedule flights had arrived and Neha was frustrated with the same damn que for the cabs. "What's the progress?" asked Neha. You do have a lot of pressures when you join an IT company. Neha too had with Mysore project being the main headache for her. " Shovabazar!" said Neha as she finally got the cab and signalling the cab driver to turn on the A.C. She looked pretty well with that white formal and the rugged jeans and the brown shades sums it up for her. "Navigation in my phone is not working ma'am can you help me up with the directions?" Said the red-eyed messy haired cab driver. " Sorry? Are you joking ? Hold on Rohit.. as usual I am in a bit awkward position said Neha with her phone tightly attached in her shoulders.." "You should have told me earlier! O god where do they come from.. desency is still lacking at my home town" gurged Neha . While for my readers I must say shovabazar is at the northern part of Kolkata where you could get to see an old Kolkata if you have ever visited Neha's hometown. " Take left head towards the signal cross it and take the first right on the main road" gestured Neha as she was busy with her coligue cum friend Rohit and rapidly scribbling on a tissue paper with all important data of her life. " I think we are verge of cracking the project Rohit! Well, the mechanical engineer is not that bad in an IT" smiled Neha. The smile on her face always showed the dimples which meant she was a little happy as well as a 'little love' for Rohit. Rohit was a nice chap and handsome too. Neha always liked his blue striped shirt rolled over his forearm and gave her an affectionate and soothing temptation when she came close him Neha liked Rohit. As I do like Irish latte but miss it for years now. The balloon of love was just beginning to blow than the tire of the white indigo bumped 2-3 times and eventually phewwwww!! The tire got punctured. Neha's phone flipped out of her shoulder and fell on the cream coloured cushion seat. " Are you guys blind or what! You guys have so much facilities nowadays but still you illerates will always remain a s**t !" Neha was furious and pounced all her anger over the cab driver. "Just give me 5 mins ma'am I will fix it" The driver said. " Yeah ofcourse 5 mins in Kolkata is equal to my Mysore project for 5 months" stared neha. Events happened so quickly that Neha forgot Rohit was still on the phone. " What's the matter dear? Is everything alright?" Neha could listen Rohit's voice over her black I-phone 6. " Now the stupid moron's tire is punctured! " " Well! Don't forget you are in your hometown !" Giggled Rohit. " Words of Rohit made Neha furious again but this time it was on Rohit. " Yeah you delhi Walla are always nicer to people and smile to cab driver when he asks for 50 rupees more!" Mocked Neha. Only the nuts were dislodged in 5 mins by the poor cab driver and he was just beginning to take out the tyre when Rohit screamed over the phone " hey hey Neha are you there??? Are you listening!" Neha replied with a tired voice.. " yup go on.." " we did it ! We cracked the Mysore project ! Whoaaa! Cracked Rohit " are you serious!! When!! How!! Whoa at last. Yes atlast Neha had something to cheer about after drastic moments just landing at her hometown. After all she had something to smile for! " Hey thanks a lot wouldn't have possible without you! Dear.. " well I guess I am missing someone's dimple am I? " Giggled rohit. Neha was smiling all the way with those beautiful dimples on her face as if the whole world greeted her you did it Neha. Neha's surprise broke when another words echoed on her hear. " Mama's delight is giving flat 40% discount on thai dishes 19th will be ok?" " I guess I will return on 18th starters are good in Mama's delight I guess" smiled she. Neha hanged up the phone and stared to the cab driver " I cracked the Mysore project you still couldn't fix up huh! " The poor chap didn't say a single word and tightened the screws with his full force. " It's done ma'am ..." Said the cab driver. Neha replied "hmm "as she threw away the bhnaar( mud tea cup) and took a bite on the veg cutlet. Neha looked at the cab driver whose face was smeared with black grease over his chin and nose. She lurked at the poor chap and was feeling for her maybe as she cracked the project. " You should have checked before you took out the car" said Neha as she banged the door of the indigo with a slight force. " Take the first right and cross the flyover" said Neha as she was beginning to become more of a Google map than herself. " I can'thear you.. my speaker is not working I think I have to fix the phone speaker soon " said the cab driver and put his phone on the loud speaker mode and gestured for apologise to neha who nodded her head
Speaker: " Hey CGL forms are out did you check it?"
Cab driver: " When? I will check it"
Speaker: " I will send you the link. By the way I joined Trazgo
Neha was busy receiving her Congo messages but her silence broke when she heard the name Trazgo her rival company.
Cab driver : " what's the pay scale"
Speaker : " not so bad 3.5 for poor mechanical engineers like us.
Neha was taken aback for a while
Cab driver:" at last you gave for IT.. good after all 3.5 is lot of money.
The indigo speeded over A.J.C Bose Road flyover
Speaker : " I told you money will engulf us before a core company for mechanicals but you took mechanical seriously than me and started practical lab work of the 4-wheeler.. nonetheless uncle told you to call up him to for the medicines.."
Cab driver " ok! The speak to you later and congrats shine on!"
Speaker" hey one thing! Sorry bro I will fix your guitar once I get time."
Cab driver: " It's ok. Never mind".

The last few words was more in a silent tone which silenced both Neha and the cab driver. Neha was just going to question her than the cab driver said" shall I take this left".
"Yes" said Neha but she wanted to ask more. " Are you an engineer"?
There was a few moments of silence when suddenly the cab driver irked" can I park on the left right side has little space"
Neha reached her home. " Please check the fare ma'am " " you didn't answer me?"
Said Neha . The cab driver looked at the upper mirror and closed his eyes" yes I am ". Neha was clueless she didn't no what to say her work was made easier by the cab driver sooner. " Why? Just because I am a driver I can't be an engineer?..
Neha didn't find words to reply but I bet she wanted to. " I know I am not suppose to say this but I say it with pride and honour.. I am stubborn just like you ma'am I made my mind after my final semester that if I work I will only work for a mechanical core company unlike succumbing to bulk money of an IT company where emotions are bought over a Gandhi's pic. Well! Mechanical engineers are not so bad in IT you know. But I respect my job. I know I gave up my dignity. I know I gave up my personals agenda even if I had a girlfriend. I know I miss those rainy nights with my blue guitar. I know I longed for some good restaurant foods but I also know one day my CV will change once and for all and that day this face will spark again but not with the grease like I have it now.. People have their choices of judgement and I respect it but I too deserve much better life but you know what you people at the end smacking the door on the face reminds me for just 1 sec that who am i?..." "A cab driver just a cab driver". Neha took out 2 hundred rupees note and moved her hand towards the 'cab driver's and opened the door of the cab and lay it open and walked towards her home. She didn't took the change. The cab driver was still waiting. Neha's phone rang it was Rohit again she didn't pick up. Rather went on her retrospective mood to think Rohit was handsome so did the cab driver. Rohit was a b.tech in mechanical so was the cab driver.. Rohit loves to play guitar so did the cab driver.. Rohit was nice to neha so did the cab driver . Then what's the difference between him and the cab driver? Neha took her shades of her eyes and went in murmuring "Cab driver... Just a cab driver"....

© 2018 bed's writing

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Read it. It may change your judgements.

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And so because no difference between the cab driver and rohit was found proves at the start point of life they're human.....and as per conditions applied situations they departed in two ways....but still nurturing the quality of choosing choices!!
Abraham Lincoln, APJ Abul Kalam weren't born with silver spoon but gave born golden thoughts!!
A cab driver can also be engineer and his chances are gonna reach high by his CV - Indeed for sure!
Mmm...khub bhalo kahani cilo☺