Like they say...“Its not the destination...Its the journey...”And that’s what we realized when we took the Goa trip...I had been there before but never did I have such an experience...!!And all thanks to our driver...They don’t make people like him you know...
Last year of college we decided to celebrate our first offer letters by freaking out in Goa...We were 10 guys so we hired a tempo traveler full with a DVD player and all (That was our travel agent’s TSP...This traveler has a DVD player saar...!!) But as soon as we realized we had a real character for a driver we’d soon forgotten to blame each other for forgetting to get DVD’s for the well publicized TV in the vehicle...!!
We left Bangalore right after dinner and pretty soon dozed off...They musta stopped for tea in the middle of the night but I wouldn’t even realize if my friends had tied me on the roof in my sleep...So all I know was that we reached Jog falls by early next morning...We a few hours there doing our morning business and exploring the falls a bit (not both of them together mind you…) while our driver spent most of his time religiously washing the vehicle…stopping for breakfast and continuing to wash again... “New gaadi maybe”, we thought...But soon we realized his obsession for clean vehicles when we stopped at every water body just to watch him wash the whole damn thing again and again...He could’ve drained the whole of Cauvery dry just to keep his vehicle spick and span...
The icing on the cake was on our way back...We were fast asleep from the tiring journey... (Not to mention of all the Port Wine too...We’d been to Goa incase you’d forgotten...) I’d somehow managed to find a comfortable position on the seat resting my head on the window...Guess it was first light when I heard a huge SPLASH on the side of my window...Everyone woke up all startled... What the hell happened...?? Turns out it was cleaning session again...We’d stopped next to a brooke in the middle of nowhere...The sun wasn’t even to be seen...We waited in the cab afraid he’d splash us too if we tried to get out…So all we could do was watch him carry a tiny bucket, which would hold no more than 5 mugs of water, up and down the stream and splashing the same side of the vehicle...My side...Again and again and again...Splash after splash...We thought he would scrub the paint off as well…
At this time one of my friends pointed out how similar this was to a scene right out of a psycho thriller where the killer keeps washing his car cause he still imagines the blood of his victims in the trunk of this car..!!
As much as I like such movies I certainly don’t want to be in one…That small joke was enough for me…All the memories of my ‘favorite’ scenes kept coming back…
Come to think of it the best he could do was wash us to death but still who said I can’t get paranoid…?For the rest of the drive back I did not speak to anyone…I concentrated on conserving my energy incase I had to jump off of the window and run…
I took a sigh of relief when we finally reached back…Now I think twice before agreeing to take a trip in a hired cab…You never know what stories had that cab been a part of...
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