Why book a TABcab?
Why book a MERU?
Why book a Cool Cab?
when you can drive down to the airport yourself?
Everyday life’s are reinforced. Yesterday I learnt three lessons :
1) People always let you down when you most need them
2) Hubby Dear’s black tongue never fails
3) Never Hire a TABcab or a MERU – flag down a Black and yellow instead.
The month of May is holiday time for most people including our driver. Which is why he wasn’t there to drop off Hubby Dear to the airport. This is not the first time that he’s not there – in fact it is almost a given that when you need him most, he won’t be there. This is also the case with the Bai, the cleaning lady and the Secretary. So what is the point in having them at all? Well, as Hubby Dear says at least they’re there MOST of the time. Now what is the logic in that?
But there is logic in listening to what Hubby Dear says because whatever he says comes true. At least 99% of the time. Yesterday was another case in point. Since the driver was away, Hubby Dear decided to hire a private taxi for the “airport drop” (as it is known in taxicab parlance) . But me, inspired by our government’s austerity drive, being in my penny pinching mode, thought it cheaper and easier to order a hire a cab instead.
With our previous bad experience with MERU which NEVER had a cab for hire whenever we called them even 12 hours prior to the need, I decided to order a TABcab instead. TABcab came very highly recommended – ” they’ve got 1600 brand new Etios’ which were bought for Bhai Thakur’s son’s wedding” I was told. Now from what I understand, Bhai Thakur conducts his business underground and has another high level politician as his partner. I thought this would be a more reliable company to call since MERU never rose to the occasion.
How wrong I was!!!
I called TABcab 14 hours in advance and was told to call again as they didn’t have a reservation facility for over 12 hours. I was also told that they were unable to calculate and tell us the potential fare. So I called later and received a confirmation that the taxi would be at our house exactly when we wanted it. I was smugly satisfied.
We went down before the taxi was supposed to arrive and surprisingly it wasn’t there. We waited 15 minutes after the appointed time and tried calling but the driver’s phone, like him,was unavailable and out of range.We called TABcab who put me on hold till the attendant tried to find out what happened to the cab. Without waiting for any more delays by incompetent cab operators, I grabbed my car keys and Bayda and drove off to the airport with Hubby Dear’s unsaid “I TOLD YOU SO” hanging heavily in the air.
Which brings me down to life’s only lesson worth remembering –
You can’t see heaven unless you die yourself!
I only hope I don’t have to drive myself to the Crematorium one day!
Luckily our memories are short
We make the same mistakes
Day after day
On a positive note, the system still works. I could get TWO smart cards (the new driver’s licence), ONE passport and ONE marriage certificate WITHOUT PAYING A BRIBE OR ENGAGING A TOUT.
Admittedly, I had to make several trips to the concerned authorities and have several conversations with them but eventually it did get done.
MERA BHARAT TRULY MAHAN .