I once had a driver. He always gave me the impression of a frustrated Formula-1 driver – someone who never had the right mix of crew, car, sponsor, luck and above all flexible rules to help him make it to the top. His passion for treating my car as a toy was an understatement. He believed God gave him the right leg only to push the accelerator out of the car. He equally believed that the brake was a redundant spare-part in a car. He would horn anyone to death if he or she came in his way. He would hardly talk, once behind the steering wheel. He never brooked the moving presence of any object ahead of him. He was endowed with the eyes of a hawk, reflexes of a cheetah and the impatience of an African leopard. It is sheer coincidence these comparisions are with the Animal kingdom - the emphasis is on his superior faculties. All these characteristics paled to insignificance in front of his humility and sincerity. He would crush his watch to dust if it showed him he was late to an appointment. And would want to abolish the currency system if anyone tipped him. I dreaded the prospect of seeing the first of any month fall on a Sunday or Public holiday - for i would not know if he would drive me to the cliff of a hill for delayed payment of salary. The risk was equal if i paid him a day earlier - his principles of life would not want him to accept any favor.
One fine day he decided to quit – preferring to work on his farm fulltime. I couldn’t buy a farm for him so let him go. Where will i find another one like him.
[This is the first in the series of my experiences with certain ‘different’ people. Will keep introducing them with a tinge of humor, whenever i find time]
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