Travelling from UET Taxila isn’t a good experience in a plethora of ways. It might be good for some people but for those who travel with heavy luggage it’s really tiresome. For instance, you have to arrange a cab after getting off the university bus and this is very costly because the driver always has the 'I have no CNG bhai and petrol is so very expensive' blah to say. Second reason is that taxi service isn't available from within the university: you’ll either have to walk to Gate#1 or Gate#2 which is again very tedious with so much luggage. Consider yourself very fortunate if you can actually get hold of a cab within university premises!
This week I decided to visit my native town and I had one of the worst journeys of my life. I arranged for a cab a day before my departure. Luckily the guy was a university employee and asked a reasonable price to which I agreed at once.
But there was something else in my fate that day. It was raining thunderously and had rained the previous night too but the renewed spell was like a ‘special treat’ to me. The guy arrived exactly on time but when I asked him to put my luggage in he started arguing as he already had a passenger inside the cab. I was really annoyed by the fact but agreed nonetheless as it was raining and I didn't want to soak myself through and through. The car had a logo on its doors that said 'Made as Japan'. Quite funny, wouldn't you say?
As we moved towards the road leading to the departments he added another passenger, saying that the person was his brother. I just grunted and asked him to be quick.
We were on our way when the car stopped dead in its tracks near Tank Chowk. The driver fixed the problem in just a few minutes. We moved on and as we approached Multi Garden B-17, the cars’ wipers stopped working! The driver tried to fix them again but utterly failed to so we moved ahead without any wipers and what was worse, my seat had no seat belt either!
After Sangjani the shower became heavier reducing visibility even further. The driver constantly kept trying to dry the screen with a soaked rag and just imagine how that could have turned out. And just as we were crossing the toll plaza there was a loud WHAM! and within a few seconds I realized that I had head hit my on the dashboard! Looking sideways I found that the car had hit a road divider. The driver started cursing the car and in the meantime what do I find out? Rubbing my head, a large lump ugh.
Finally we reached our destination; the driver kept apologizing to me but I said, having this really fake smile on my face: 'Koi baat nahe bhayya'
(No problem brother). I kept trying to cover up the ugly lump by keeping my head low in the terminal; luckily the bus departed soon and I didn't really need to go to lengths to hide my lump. Now that I’m writing this, I think the next time I hire a cab I should definitely ask the driver beforehand about the ‘condition’ of his car so that I can avoid these accidents.
For, aren't cars 'Made as Japan' supposed to be luxurious? #winks