A dozen or so years ago, I landed in the wee hours of the morning at Mumbai’s decaying Sahar airport into a pouring July monsoon. Procuring a pre paid taxi ticket with great difficulty I was bemused to find that the young taxi driver from Ranchi, my home town, had little or no capability to navigate the car through the pouring rain. A few minutes and a conversation in Bhojpuri later, I exchanged seats with him and managed the drive home in a creaking taxi that barely made it to our destination. On the first of April this year, the scene was almost repeated as my Shanghai cab speeding down the elevated road to Pudong airport spluttered a little twenty kilometers from the airport and threatened to make me miss the flight. However the great resource and resolve of the driver and some inspiration from the Mandarin chatter with an adviser on the other end of the phone line enabled us to make it to the airport on time for my flight. So much is different and yet so much is still the same in the great countries of India and China! |