The Blue blood

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It was a quite a weird time. The time which was too late for school children to come out of from their houses or it was beginning for adults to come out from their homes and fly like circus bird who was bounded for years and just got an opportunity to dive into large, big sky.

I was coming back from my work. Tired, exhausted with rolled-up sleeves of the dirty white shirt and a laptop bag on my shoulder. If the bus wouldn’t be later than 5 minutes I almost convinced myself to sleep on the empty bench where I was seating.

I had earplugs in my ears and suddenly one big BMW x series car stopped near the small bus stand, one boy came outside from the car, he was coming towards me. Long ponytail till shoulder, a beard which had been grown for long times, in a branded t-shirt and 3/4 pant, with a joint in one hand and a cup of tea from the very famous coffee shop on the other. 

He sat next to me smoking a pot like I wasn’t in the sense of where he was and what he was doing. He was just dragging the joint, carelessly!

My bus had come so I stood up and ran towards to the red BEST bus for Dadar. I sat on the window and last time I glance at him.

What if even I have this kind of careless life!

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It was a lovely beautiful Sunday evening. A day out for me and I was standing in front of one of the richest person’s costliest houses, I was standing in front of Antilia!

Few people were there. Watching the tall skyscraper and talking about how big it is and what will they do in the house? How many servants are there to manage whole things for them?

Suddenly one guy who was looking at this beauty for a long time asked the question his friend that what is the feeling of being rich, man?

I haven’t heard the answer but that question raised many questions in my mind was like someone threw a stone to the quiet beehive. Like the thoughts which were hidden in my mind in my suddenly blast like a volcano.

The thought that came to your mind in your life for sure that, ‘What if even I would be the rich person!’

Then after a few minutes, I took a taxi for a further journey. I sat front in the seat. The old taxi driver was a jolly guy, playing some beautiful melodies of Kishor Saab on the stereo, singing and humming but I was completely lost in my thought!

“What if I would be rich, my dad would have so much money. At least I do not have to do this drama job. I could do whatever I like. Who would stop you to write a book or play a standup in front of an audience? I could do whatever I like… No more one for the kitchen One for the soul shit!

Even I like to visit one of the costliest places, eating most delicious food rather than Vada-pav for days just to fool my stomach, I could go every party, concerts, dramas, plays. Instead of waiting for some offer or free passes or just sitting play FIFA-18 and chilling!”

How many wishes people used to stab just because they do not have enough money to complete it. More I was 

thinking about that more I became depressed by that what if even I would be a blueblood?

“Sir, what happened, you do not seem good?” The taxi driver asked me.

I don’t know why but I replied to him. In reply, I asked the same question which was running through my mind…

“Many people come here to watch this beautiful house while watching this all people have the same thing in my mind I have that only… What if we would be rich like them?”

“Then someone will come to see your house then!” He replied. I liked his sense of humour. So, I continued my chat…

“Don’t you think that you should have a good house and good food to eat and don’t you feel that instead of this taxi I should have a big BMW car for a ride?”

“Sir, who do not like that and who do not think like that after all we are humans only!”

“Then what did you do when you feel that?”

“I drive this taxi! I came here in 1998, I did not know what will I do in my life. At that time, to come to ‘Bombay’ was the single dream I had! I came here and completed it. My uncle used to live in chal so even I have started to live with them” then he took one sharp turn for the marine drive.

“He used to work in a mill. He asked me to join there too but I did not want to work at one place. I wanted to travel the whole of Bombay, I wanted to see Bombay but I wanted some money too. So, I decided to run this taxi from that day to this day I drive this taxi for my life”

“But that is not the answer of what did you do?” I asked

“As I said I drive a taxi, see this beautiful city growing, waking up every morning, running, sleeping, eating, playing. I have seen people yelling and shouting Sachin…Sachin on the street or standing in front of ‘Mannat’ to say hi to his favourite hero!! I have been watching this city for years that thing no can buy those memories from me, if I had that money at that time I would not be here to tell you this story and yes I feel bad too but have you seen Mumbai in the dark late night?”  and he smiled.

I smiled back, I know the answer.

Then our conversation continued for 15 minutes. About his life and Bombay. Then finally I reached my destination. I came out of the taxi with a smile on my face.

“How much?”

“138…”

“Take 150 and keep the change!” my little gift for him for the wonderful chat with never happens in the big coffee house.

From him, one thing I noticed that it is not sure that money can give you everything. Sometimes We all have something that One of the richest people cannot get by his money.

He has a story of his life that he used to tell his passengers with pride. Nobody can buy or take his story from his memory.  

So, I don't know about other things but like him, We all have a story of a beautiful journey which the people who born in the rich house maybe do not have and the story that one day even I will tell my grandchild while roaming on the street of the Juhu by holding his hand with pride that 'Do you know when I came here the first time I had nothing… and… it was completely new to me and story would go on!'


   

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