Commencement of Assingment
Next morning I woke up at 4:00 a.m. much early then required may be because I was feeling anxious. The cab had to come at 5:30 a.m. in the morning but I got fresh and dressed much before and started waiting for the cab.
Well I reached the Airport well on time and boarded the flight...(my maiden flight....)....It took around 2 hrs after boarding to reach Hyderabad Airport. I remember I reached there precisely at 8:30 a.m. in the morning.
One thing I would say the Hyderabad airport is world class, a real good one.
Well I checked out and went to the pickup point waiting for the taxi prebooked by the company for me, not knowing that my ill fate is coming with the taxi.
I called on the number of the taxi driver and to my great surprise he said "I am ill and thus someone else would be coming to pick you up."
What??? I just yelled.
So who is gonna come? I asked.
Sir, he is also a good driver his name is Venkateshwar Rao, came the reply.
What is the number of the cab.?
As I noted the number something bizzare was going in my head and stomach simultaneously. I thought it was after effect from flight and anxiety and neglected it.
I found the taxi a little from the front of the Departure Terminals. A white Tata Indica with yellow number plate and black seat covers.
Not bad, I thought.
As I sat in the rear of the cab, the driver Mr. Venkateshwar Rao, turned his head and said
Driver: Eakkada Powaale????
Me: What???
Driver: Eakkada Powaale????
Me: Vo kya hai?
Driver: Sir Eakkada Powaale?
I realized he was speaking Telugu, a regional language spoken in Andhra Pradesh.
Me: Speak in Hindi or English, I don't know Telugu.
Driver: Kaadu hindī, telugu undi.
Me : Bhai meri samajh mein kuch nahin aa raha? English aati hai.
Driver: English Yokka raa.
Me: What?
Driver; English some some.
And I said to myself, "This is not Good"
Driver: Sir where?
Me: Medak
Me: You know the route?
Driver: Avunu Avunu
Me: What?
Driver; Yes Sir Yes Sir, route I know.
Me: ok, then start now.
As the cab started to get its speed while passing through the plantations outside and leaving behind the huge structure of the Airport I thought to myself, "Is it the good way to start?" I didn't knew but hoped it wouldn't matter much though, little did I knew that this language difference is gonna rock the next 30 hrs of my life like "ROCK".
Next morning I woke up at 4:00 a.m. much early then required may be because I was feeling anxious. The cab had to come at 5:30 a.m. in the morning but I got fresh and dressed much before and started waiting for the cab.
Well I reached the Airport well on time and boarded the flight...(my maiden flight....)....It took around 2 hrs after boarding to reach Hyderabad Airport. I remember I reached there precisely at 8:30 a.m. in the morning.
One thing I would say the Hyderabad airport is world class, a real good one.
Well I checked out and went to the pickup point waiting for the taxi prebooked by the company for me, not knowing that my ill fate is coming with the taxi.
I called on the number of the taxi driver and to my great surprise he said "I am ill and thus someone else would be coming to pick you up."
What??? I just yelled.
So who is gonna come? I asked.
Sir, he is also a good driver his name is Venkateshwar Rao, came the reply.
What is the number of the cab.?
As I noted the number something bizzare was going in my head and stomach simultaneously. I thought it was after effect from flight and anxiety and neglected it.
I found the taxi a little from the front of the Departure Terminals. A white Tata Indica with yellow number plate and black seat covers.
Not bad, I thought.
As I sat in the rear of the cab, the driver Mr. Venkateshwar Rao, turned his head and said
Driver: Eakkada Powaale????
Me: What???
Driver: Eakkada Powaale????
Me: Vo kya hai?
Driver: Sir Eakkada Powaale?
I realized he was speaking Telugu, a regional language spoken in Andhra Pradesh.
Me: Speak in Hindi or English, I don't know Telugu.
Driver: Kaadu hindī, telugu undi.
Me : Bhai meri samajh mein kuch nahin aa raha? English aati hai.
Driver: English Yokka raa.
Me: What?
Driver; English some some.
And I said to myself, "This is not Good"
Driver: Sir where?
Me: Medak
Me: You know the route?
Driver: Avunu Avunu
Me: What?
Driver; Yes Sir Yes Sir, route I know.
Me: ok, then start now.
As the cab started to get its speed while passing through the plantations outside and leaving behind the huge structure of the Airport I thought to myself, "Is it the good way to start?" I didn't knew but hoped it wouldn't matter much though, little did I knew that this language difference is gonna rock the next 30 hrs of my life like "ROCK".
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