12.30 A.M., Parking Lot, Karapakkam Service Lane I woke up by a strong wind gushing thru my window and the fluttering sound of the trip sheets. I had just made a trip to perambur from karappakkam. I cud see a blurred image of the trip supervisor nearing my car. I wonder is it just fate or a passion for driving, for if it was passion I would have become Schumacher…[believe me I am not a fan or a follower of Schumacher. I hardly get time to even have a normal diet…just heard this name when one of the employee uttered this name. Out of curiosity, I was asking him who he was and what was special about him…] Then I told to myself , all the cab drivers are in a way F1 drivers...the Schumachers and Alonsos who drive their way to the chequered flag 18 times once in a year and during each race have pit stops compared to our drivers who also get lot of pits stops, rather all along the journey in the roads of C
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