#MyStory: I Was Lucky That My Cab Driver Was A Nice Guy
Bombay is popularly known as the city that never sleeps - but let’s be honest, for women who travel at odd hours all by themselves, any city can get pretty spooky. You feel like you need to be on your guard all the time because you never really know what could happen. But being the bold girl that I am, I did something that could have gotten me into some serious trouble. I travelled alone in a cab late one night...and I was tipsy.
That day, I had travelled for a work event that was somewhere in Worli, Mumbai. It got over at around 8 p.m. Soon after, I got a call from a friend who was playing a gig at Blue Frog. I was determined not to go at first, but he was a good friend and so I felt that it was my duty to be there for him. I met him at a bar near Phoenix Market City - and we decided to pre-drink before we headed to the club. We drank a couple of beers and made our way there.
The night was mad! His performance was outstanding. We bumped into some of our mutual friends there too. All of us were in such a great mood that we didn’t want the night to end. Singing, dancing and sipping on good liquor - what more could you possibly ask for?!
The night was going well until I got a call from my mom asking me what time I would get home. I told her I would be back in an hour, but somehow I lost track of time. Blue Frog is known for its signature drink called the “Mega Frog” - and it’s absolutely yum. Since it was so yum, I had not just one but three of them! My friends even convinced me to have a couple of beers after. So it is safe to say that I’d had a good amount to drink that night - and my head was spinning by the time we had to leave!
My friends told me that there was an after party for which I had to come - but I knew it was time to head home because I had promised my mother that I would be home soon. In my tipsy state of mind, I left the club. I caught the first cab that passed by me - I told him where I needed to go and jumped straight in.
I don’t know if it was the soothing motion of the car or the drink, but I suddenly started feeling drowsy. Moments later, I had passed out in the cab. It was around 1 a.m. at the time. I was travelling with a complete stranger and he could have done anything - considering the state I was in. Instead, he nudged me after half an hour and asked me, “Madam ji, abhi hum pahuch gaye, yahan se apko kahan pe jana hai?” He was asking me for directions. I woke up with a heavy, spinning head, but I managed to tell him where I needed to go.
We eventually reached my building, and I vaguely remember that I could barely even walk. He noticed this, and immediately got out of the car and started looking around. I remember completely freaking out at this point. It was a lonely lane and I had clearly gotten myself into a mess. He took me by surprise again, though - he was looking to see if there was anyone around to help me. He found a man walking out of my building and asked him to see that I get home safe. Luckily, the man whom he asked for help happened to be none other than my neighbour. He looked worried at seeing me in that state, and immediately carried me to my doorstep. I struggled to unlock the door, but after the seventh try, I finally managed. I quietly walked in, headed to my room and crashed.
I woke up to 24 missed calls, 14 WhatsApp messages and a throbbing head. They messages were from my friends who were rather worried about whether or not I had reached home safe. I told them that I was fine and had managed to reach home in one piece. My mom came in just after and I could tell that she was very worried. I forced myself to get up and eat well to beat the hangover. It was only in the afternoon that everything began to sink in - and I began to remember my cab ride home. I remembered in bits and pieces being in a cab and talking to the driver.
I thank my stars that nothing happened to me that night - and that I got into a cab that actually had a good man driving it. It was a terribly foolish move on my part, no doubt, but I’m so grateful to the cab guy who made sure I reached home safe and sound. This just goes to show that good people still exist in this world. He was a good man with only good intentions.
I got lucky that night, but you never know when your luck could run out. Never again will I put myself in a situation like that one, ever again.
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Published on Jan 25, 2016