It happens again and again with me in Tashkent After getting into a taxi Taxi-Driver: Pakistani?? Me: With frown on my face, talking to myself, What the F? Do I look like Pakistani?..Who am I? Misbah ul haq?? Before I could say something Taxi-Driver: Iran??? Me: (What the F am I listening now??) Nope Indian!! Taxi-Driver: Oooooooohh With a smile as bright as sunshine, Taking his hands off the steering wheels and showing a dance move and singing Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, aaja aaja aaja Me: Panic.. watch out the traffic... Taxi-Driver: Shooorookh Khaan, Amitaaaaaabh Bachan.... Me: Smiling and giving him a look, even I have not met them. And for gods sake keep your eyes on the damn road Taxi-Driver: Ruski?? Me: yum-noshka Taxi-Driver: With a happy face.. Bombay?? Me: Now who will make him understand that Pune is near Mumbai. yeah Mumbai Taxi-Driver: (said some solid russian sentence which I couldnt understand) Me: Looking at Kanishka, yaar dheere baath karne k liye kya bolte hai?? Medlenna is for slow.. and what do you say for speaking?? Kanishka: Hmmmmmmmmmmmm... Muhiddin ne bataya tha.. hmmmmmmmmmmmm Me: Rehne de aagya stop.. Astana vitiz, pazalasta. Skolka?? Taxi-Driver: Said something in Russian which again went over my head. But surely he did not demanded money. He took whatever we offered. Thanks to #Bollywood for giving us identity..
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 17:24:34 +0000
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