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Bhabhi Meets the Construction Workers

It was an unbearably hot summer night. The kind where you feel fortunate about being able to afford accommodation with air-conditioning. And thankfully, this hotel had air-conditioning.

"Decent sized room." Ajay in front of me said as we walked in. "But just one double bed."

"I will get you some gaddis." the hotel bellboy said and handed me the keys.

"So...4 guys spending in a hotel room. Reminds me of bachelor days." Neel said and laughed. We all laughed politely.

The four of us didn't really know each other too well. I barely knew their names. When you are thrown together with practical strangers in such a situation, you tend to laugh a little extra at jokes. While we were laughing, Anuj stretched out on the bed, as if to say to us, I'm sleeping here. He lived in America, so similar to the habits of his adopted country, he just occupied whatever territory he liked. His expresion said, the three of you decide who sleeps next to me and who sleeps on the gaddis on the floor. Soon the bellboy made a couple more rounds to bring the thin 'gaddi' mattresses, pillows and bed sheets

I walked to the small balcony and decided to call home and inform them about this change in plans.

"Hello." it was my elder son's voice. Probably up playing video games.*

"Apurv, it's me. Is your mother around?"

"She is sleeping." he answered in a bored voice. Why do all kids in their mid-teens sound perpetually bored when talking to their parents?

"If she wakes up, tell her I won't be back tonight. The highway is shut down because of some accident, so we just decided to spend the night in a hotel."

"Ok." he said.

"Is Sameer sleeping?"*

"Yes."

The kid was clearly not in a chatty mood. And probably waiting to get back to his game.*

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."*

He hung up.

I turned around and saw the bellboy walk in with a tray of alcohol bottles, soda, glasses, and snacks. Anuj the American smiled and said,

"Now that we are having a bachelors night anyway, why not drink a little? Plus I don't get to drink these Indian liquors in the US. And my flight is tomorrow."

"Great idea."*

And in a few minutes, we were all sitting around, drinking whiskey-soda and munching on peanuts and bhujia. The four of us had met earlier that day at an industry conference when we were located at the same lunch table. And when we realized we were all headed to Delhi, we decided to book a car together. Until we reached the closed highway portion, we had pretty much focused on occasional small talk between staring at our respective smart phones. It's only when the driver found out from a highway cop about the situation that we started talking more, and decided to just spend the night in a hotel instead of waiting in the heat in a long traffic jam.

It turns out many other people had the same idea, because we had trouble finding a hotel room. The first four hotels we went to were booked solid. Finally we reached a hotel that had just one room available. We had no option but to share it.

Soon the four of us were chatting like old friends, focusing mainly on industry gossip, and exchanging stories about our bosses and subordinates. We also got to know each other a little bit. Ajay and Neel worked in Delhi like me, but in different companies. Anuj had grown up in Calcutta and had lived in the US for a couple of decades. They all seemed like nice guys. As time went by, I started enjoying the bachelors night more and more.

A while later, Anuj and Neel got up and went to the balcony to smoke. I didn't smoke and neither did Ajay, so we stayed inside. There was a lull in the conversation. Ajay started refilling our glasses. I picked up my phone and unlocked it to see if there were any messages.

"Are those your boys?" Ajay asked, pointing towards the phone wallpaper. In the picture, Apurv had his serious teenager look, and Sameer was smiling wide.

"Yeah." I said holding the screen up. "Fourteen and five."

"That's a big gap." he said, taking the phone and examining the picture carefully.

"Yes....yes it is." I nodded.

"I have two girls. Ten and eight." he held up his phone to show me a picture.

"Very cute." I said. "They look so alike."

"Both took after their mother thankfully. Not their ugly father. Hahahaha!!" he laughed.

"Hahaha." I politely responded.

"Your elder looks a lot like you. The younger looks very different. Much darker." he said.*

Before I could say anything, Anuj popped his head in.

"Guys, it's so fucking hot outside, isn't it?"*

"Crazy hot." my companion said returning my phone.

"I was thinking.... our driver is there in front. Poor fellow looks very uncomfortable. Fanning himself with a newspaper. Obviously he can't have the car AC on all night. Why don't we invite him in?"

"The driver????" Ajay looked uncertain.

"Come on. He seems like a nice guy. In the US, we would have gotten him his own room. The least we can do in this oppressive heat is invite him in for a few hours. Neel is okay with it. What do you say?"

I shrugged and said,

"I don't mind."

"Fine." Ajay said, giving in.*

"Superb!" Anuj looked delighted.

Five minutes later, the driver walked in, looking a little uncomfortable. He was a young wiry guy, probably in his late 20s. Fraternizing with the working class might be common in America, but I am sure he didn't experience this too much. As you know, the most we do in India for drivers is give them some money to eat on their own. And it is assumed that they will sleep in the car.

"Have a seat, Bhola." Anuj said, being the nice guy. I didn't even know that was the driver's name. He looked very uncomfortable as he sat on a plastic chair.

"Thank you, saab." he said to each of us turn by turn. We nodded.

With the entry of this new member, the easy dynamic that had been established in our newly formed group was disrupted. There was awkward silence for a while.

"Would you like some whiskey?" Neel asked.

"Should he be drinking and driving?" Ajay asked, still not comfortable with the idea of a lowly driver sharing a social space with us.

"It's not like he is driving tonight." Anuj made a good point.*

Everyone looked at Bhola who seemed to feel even more awkward.

"No, it's okay saab. No need."

"Do you usually drink?" Anuj asked. The guy nodded. "Then have some."

Soon the driver had both his hands wrapped around a glass of whiskey-soda and was taking tiny sips, staring at the floor. The awkward silence returned.

"So....are you from Delhi originally, Bhola?" Anuj asked, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"No, saab. I am originally from Jharkhand. Shifted to Delhi only a few years ago."

"Oh, I am originally from Calcutta, so we are like neighbors."

Bhola nodded.

"Are you all from Calcutta?" he asked looking at the rest of us.

"I am from Delhi." Ajay said.

"Originally Chandigarh. Delhi since 10 years." Neel said.

"I'm originally from Jabalpur. Delhi since six years." I said.

"Oh okay. I lived in Jabalpur for a few years." Bhola said. I nodded and smiled.

There was a lull in the conversation again. Ajay decided that we had spent enough time talking with the driver. So he change the subject completely,

"Do you guys remember the presentation by that Japanese consultant? That was interesting. Do you think..."

And soon the conversation shifted to shop talk. Neel joined in, as did I. And soon Anuj as well, giving his perspective on why American business practices were better than Japanese ones. Bhola sat there quietly, sipping the booze, and enjoying the air conditioning. Occasionally Anuj or Neel would make some small talk with Bhola, refill his drink, ask him to have snacks. As time went by, he started feeling more relaxed. Didn't appear as awkward anymore.

After a while, Anuj and Neel went for another smoking break. Ajay started checking his phone. I looked at Bhola and smiled. He smiled back. I wasn't as good as Anuj at small talk so I asked,

"So.......did you like Jabalpur?"

"It was nice. Best rabdi I have tasted." he said.

"I agree. Delhi doesn't have anything as good. Where did you live?"

"Naya Mohallah."*

"Ok. I grew up in Civil Lines."

"Nice area."

"But before moving to Delhi, I used to live in Nair Colony."

"Oh you lived in Nair Colony? A few years ago, I worked there on a construction site. A big 6 floor building."*

As soon as he said that, my ears perked up and my heart skipped a beat. But I didn't let it show on my face. Just nodded and looked at him casually while trying to decode his facial expressions.*As far as I remembered, there had been only one such big construction project in our colony. And you all know what resulted from that construction project. Was he...part of it? I was dying with curiosity. But I couldn't just come out and ask him. So I tried an indirect route.

"You mean that big building near the small pond?"

"Yes, that one." he said. He was silent for a few seconds. Then added, "Did you live near it?"

"No, my house was two lanes away." I said, trying to stay calm. "More whiskey?"*

"Thank you, saab." he said, slurring a little. I poured him another drink and he started sipping it.

I waited a few minutes to see if he would talk about what I had in mind. But instead he went down a tangent.

"Yes sir, I started off as a daily wage laborer. Weren't many jobs for uneducated people."*

Just as he said that, Anuj and Neel returned.

"Bhola, you were a daily wage laborer?" Anuj said surprised.

"Yes saab." he said.

"And now you drive your own cab! Very good. Everyone says America is the land of opportunities, but India can also be for those who work hard." Anuj was sounding like a politician.

Bhola seemed almost touched by the praise. And the booze seemed to have loosened his tongue as well.

"Thank you, saab. Yes, I grew up very poor. No education. Had to leave school in 4th standard. And not many jobs except like daily wage.
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