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A CAB RIDE TO REMEMBER

The report on my twenty-four hour whirlwind trip to Chennai this weekend can wait. But I must tell you about the cabbie that dropped me off home from Cantonment Railway Station late last night.

Cheerful Sudhakar Shanthakumar got chatty no sooner I hopped into his Toyota Etios cab outside the noisy & chaotic station. After the usual conversation starter “Aiyoo…baala traffic saar illi, parking maddakkey kooda kashta..”, we got talking about his car, his profession, his family, and life in general. When I eventually hopped off sixteen kilometres, and forty minutes later, close to midnight, I walked out shaking hands with a winner.

Sudhakar is 41 years old, has a teacher for a wife, and a son who is a 7th grader at Baldwin High near Hennur. Coming from a pretty poor background, he proudly claimed that he was self-made. With nothing more than a commercial driver’s license as his asset, he became a long-distance bus driver for nearly a dozen years, ferrying passengers to and from Mumbai, Ernakulam, Hyderabad, and Kovalam, driving Scania, Mercedes, and Volvo buses, 400-500 kilometers at a stretch, foregoing sleep and family. Apparently, these drivers have to sign a contract that they would do night shifts six months at a stretch, each year.


Tough though it was, he says he did it for the money & for his family. He saved up most of the Rs 3,600 per round trip he made, to buy two plots of land @R180 psft, near what is now the hottest part of Bangalore, right next to Manyata Tech Park, close to Hebbal, I think a decade or more back. A couple of years later, he saved enough to construct a single-storey, two-bedroomed house for self-use, in one plot, while he kept the other plot fallow to "sell it to fund his son’s ambition to become either a doctor or an IAS officer". “Son”, Sudhakar proudly claimed, “is a first class first sir”. With obvious joy, he said that the current price of Rs 7,000 to Rs 9,000 per sqft will easily fetch him Rs 4 crores, enough to take care of his kid’s future, “wherever he wants to study, Sir!”

About two years back, Sudhakar decided that the bus driver’s job was keeping him away from his family; he says that he was home during the day, once every two days, only to eat & sleep, and was missing out on his son’s growing years. So he chucked the job, and bought this Toyota car "cash down”. He says he grosses ~Rs 80K a month, and nets close to Rs 60K, enough to keep him happy and motivated. More importantly, he drives back home every evening, and spends quality time with his family.

His son’s school and tuition costs him Rs 63K a year, and he has inculcated the savings habit in his kid. So every Monday morning, when mum drops son off to school, they stop by at the local bank, where the kid deposits his weekly Rs 210 pocket money into his own savings account. Wow!

To say that I was truly impressed and humbled by this guy is an understatement. His positive attitude was infectious, and his commitment to secure his family’s future in simple ways was educative. And he reinforced this belief that if you are humble, hard-working, and focused, nothing is really impossible.


May his tribe increase.

Comments

Ganapathy said…
the positive attitude, India is shining .....
Rama said…
truly inspiring....and of course written so well...simple..engaging style..can't stop , once one starts reading.
waiting for a book from you Naresh.

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