I am driver Jagannath again. Although I am not in the service of master Ravi any longer (and thank God for that) I still have to see him everyday. You see I have got another job in the same complex that he lives. Everyday, as I come in, I see him finishing his morning walk and flash my smile at him. At least master Ravi thinks that I am smiling at him. In reality, I am having a good laugh at his predicament. Months after he sacked me he is yet to find another driver. He has some temporary driver who my sources tell me make me dance to his tune.
This is what comes of not recognizing a good man who is doing his job. Look earlier, the population (pedestrians) had a problem. Now it is him.
On the other hand, my new master is a guy after my own heart. Look I am not even naming him. That shows you the kind of respect I have for him. No silly restrictions like driving at 60 kilometres per hour. He clearly believes that the world is a stage for drivers to parade their art. Nothing less than 100 kilometres on the highway. If in the process, some members of the population have to use their medical insurance, so what? No nonsense like, not getting into arguments with vehicles that are bigger than you. It is all about giving them a real run for their money. The cuts and thrusts on our vehicle are badges of courage. Finally, a master after my own heart. The guy is calling me. Obviously, we can take off.
Jagannath’s Master: How does one deal with Jagannath ? Granted that he is not mad but that is not saying much. He thinks that I really enjoy his driving. The facts are otherwise. I am too terrified to say anything when he whizzes past at 100 or is it 1000 kilometres per hour. I don’t care about the scratches on the car? Of Course I do. I shoud be in a state to admit this. Usually, I am too happy to just get off and run to safety. What does Jagannath mean by saying that he is not smiling but laughing at Ravi? Ravi takes it out on me. Whenever he sees me he doesn’t smile or laugh. He has no need to. He just shakes my hand and gives me a wink. That is his way of telling me: I know the feeling.
At last , I have mustered the courage to tell Jagannath that he has to go. That is why I have called him. My parents refuse to get on to the car. So much as I dread facing this modern version of James Bond with his own interpretation of a licence to kill, I am going to ask him to go. It is all about loving your parents you know. And will someone now tell Ravi that he can stop winking and actually start laughing.?
