Since, I don't want to use his real name. This post is dedicated to Mr. X (a 'super-idiot', 'moron' and an ass****) who takes too much pleasure delving into my personal life.
It all started with something I thought was 'leg-pulling' by a friend who commented on post saying 'I know that Gye he hehehh.... and I am going to reveal his name to every body....'. Taking it lightly, I went on replying 'Thank you so much Dear! It'll be a Great Help... Lolz'. The comment was by a name and when I checked on the person was not a blogger and had just registered recently. This didn't bothered me much.
Returning home the same evening, I got a text message from a co-worker saying 'Oye tu ne new boy friend bana liya in such an such department'... I was taken aback for a while and couldn't understand what's happening... Then, I realized that the person had asked me for my blog address few days ago and has been reading my posts thoroughly...
That's so cheap, disgusting???? I felt like slapping left him right on his face (he would have got a tight one if he wud have been in the same cab)... Why is he so bothered about 'what going on in my life'...
And by the way Mr. X, who the hell are you??? I give a damn to you to your way too cheap mentality... Here's something specially CHOSEN ONE for you:
Working since almost two years now...I have learned all "New Delhi" routes so far. No matter where these carefree cab drivers stuck the cab, I always have an idea...where to go. In fact our transport department always "BUGS" me by sending the New Cab drivers for my first pick-up, no matter if a person next to me can be picked first...Making me sit in the cab for hours (Yes I have complained but who cares?)
Some cab mates are really nice that you just have to give them a call and they will take care of the rest...while others are so dumb, super-idiots and careless that they won't their precious phones to make a call to next person. Some cab drivers too fall into this super-idiot category. They won't call the Transport Department directly, making an excuse that these poor guys don't have enough balance to make a call (where did the money for refueling and maintaining the cab comes from).
There is this particular cab mate...I don't know why is he staying in Delhi...if he has no idea about the routes...He will come for my pick-up and leave it to me to take the cab anywhere...He is so thin that sometimes I feel-like opening the window and let him fly out. I don't know how he reaches home when I am not in the cab.
GOD SAVE ME FROM SUCH "SUPER-IDIOTS". How come they are even surviving in this fast paced city-life of New Delhi? Are they doing this deliberately? Who knows?
