70’s in India was a period of limited exposure. Kids then had no clue of Chinese toys, cartoon channels, pizzas or Mac Donald’s unlike today. No television instead a large-sized radio was the only home entertainment and we had our ears glued to a fifteen minute play every night on All India Radio before wrapping to bed. In fact I vividly remember, my first ever introduction to the world outside was Chinese food but cooked in Indian style although my father never took us to a Chinese joint. He detested Chinese for screwing Indians real bad in the 62′ war.
My parents did like movies. Twice a month, we watched random movies but each time Amol Palekar’s movie released, we had to watch it first day last show. Any theater would do. My mother had a huge crush on Amol Palekar, a mystery my father and I never did figure out but he made sure to book tickets in advance. Messing with his wife meant a huge financial blow as nothing less than a visit to a jewelry store could possibly calm her down.
On Sundays and school holidays, I’d go with my father on his scooter to our highway gas station. That’s my family tradition. When the son turns five, he’s got to learn stuff about his family business and I was my parent’s only son.
This is how it works. When I passed out from school, my father asked “What’s next son?” I told him I wanted to study further. When I finished my high school, he checked again “So, what’s next son?” I asked “Can I go to college?”. He smiled with worried eyes. But when I abruptly quit college he was the happiest man on earth. “Son, it’s high time you join our family business. I’ll get you married to the prettiest girl from our community in a year’s time and send you off for your honeymoon. How about – Mount Abu? Manali is too far and cold,Mount Abu is just a four hour drive. You can take a bus and son; you got to realize value of money”
Anyway, life did not transpire as they had planned. A story for another time.
My father’s gas station is on a large chunk of land, he owns on the state highway. When he started way back in the 70’s, he rented out excess land to two enterprises that complemented his business.
Shankar, better known as Madrasi was a dark stout guy with large shoulders and an over-sized but stiff belly, ran a tyre repair shop. He slogged from six in the morning till he hit his whisky bottle sharp at eight in the night. He had the cutest smile and a perfect set of white teeth and none dared approach him for any job after eight p.m. His drab room had a large poster of Jayalalitha (A south Indian actress) in dancing pose and the rumor was he spoke to the poster in the night, though in the eighties as he grew older, he found his true love in Silk Smitha.
Sharma, a skinny, shrewd man got the bigger pie of land to run his vegetarian restaurant. To begin with, he knew a few drivers from his hometown who plied on that highway frequently. At his own risk he offered them fuel on credit but charged a monthly interest of 3%. My father took his share of money from interest accrued.
So here’s the deal. If you dine at Sharma’s restaurant, you can park your truck overnight, rent a makeshift bed for a nominal charge and buy fuel on credit.
Despite the horrors of my family tradition, I looked forward to my Sundays. The countryside breeze, smell of gas, cheap toffees for free was nothing less than a day’s picnic, but the most eventful moment was getting inside a truck. I’d wait for the most colorful, swanky truck to stop by and the drivers never refused to let me in for a peek. The size of truck overwhelmed me as a child. My tiny hands holding the massive steering wheel, watching myself in the large rear-view mirror, looking at people from above, listening to Bollywood music on a treble pushed up stereo made for my few good childhood memories. Each time I entered a truck cabin, it gave a sense of its owner, his mobile world stacked with choicest collections from places I hadn’t had a clue of then. Pictures of his wife, kids placed in an angle his eyes won’t miss while driving. Then those drivers seemed as perfect husbands and fathers to me. “I am a king on a giant chariot, always on the move” remarked one driver, I had met.
We visited a family friend on a Sunday evening right after my day out at the gas station. On the dinner table, our host triggered one of my worst blunders, “Son, so what will you be when you grow up?” I shot right back “I’m going to be a truck driver.”
That was the quietest dinner, we ever had.
* Thumbnail pictures are sourced from the net.
97 thoughts on “What Will You be When You Grow Up?”
Nice writing Arjun. Vivid and easy to read.
Thank you very much Mike. You’ve experienced and written about life and moments quite extensively to walk through this or any with ease.
Really enjoyed reading about your childhood and parents and life in India in 70s– captured my interest from the get-go– the very beginning. Interesting from many angles and easy to read. Good show, Arjun!
Thank you dear Ellen. Your words are comforting and I’m so glad you like it !
Love your writing Arjun! can’t wait to read more…. 🙂
“An Urban Mystic” Quite a title and definitely intriguing. Thank you very much for reading and appreciating 🙂
Arjun, learning about your early life and culture was a great experience, for I believe all the money in the World cannot replace a family who care about you, and your family clearly did and still do… Memories of youth and the pitfalls, the way we hurt someone close, all unknowingly, with careless words. A part of growing up,… Looking forward to the follow up…xPenx
Thank you Pen for a thoughtful comment.
Take any relationship or self for that matter.
I really enjoyed reading this Arjun. And look forward to the story for another time. Enjoying the memoirs from another place, another time, another culture. Yet it ties us all closer somehow – this common humanity and memories that we share. Thank you. Sharon
Wow. That was the intent and your comment is so reassuring of my humble effort to try and communicate a completely different world with my friends on WP.
Thank you so much for dropping by and leaving me your heart-felt words.
Arjun you should call for the dinner,i could make for you and your lovely Family a European dinner:)
Great how you explain your story,is amazing to know from different culture,i hope to reading more on the next post,thank you!!!
Thank you Massi for a wondrous offer and I trust and can vouch for your skills. None will care to talk about anything but the food. Your kind words are encouraging and I’ll surely attempt to engage you in the next part of this story.
Oh, such an interesting read ! ! ! And with so much humour, too ! Loved this, arjun bagga ! !
Damn, I’m so happy you like it. I feel awesome !!
I think I’ve always felt a deep feeling for you
I do not know … why …
it is a pity that I do not know properly use the English language.
We would have told a lot of things and shared the joys and sorrows.
Memories of childhood, purity in the eyes, and the words
make you the man you are today.
Thanks iIn your family made you a strong man with all the weaknesses of the world.
your writing always smells when you talk about you.
A hug from wind ♫
Wind senses perfectly well. Language is for fools.
I thoroughly enjoyed hearing of your life and background. We sometimes assume what something might be, but often are off the target. Thank you for sharing a part of your life with me.
I agree. To be understood is the greatest gift. Thank you for reading Yisraela. I’m grateful for your time and kind words of encouragement.
Excellent insight into your youth my friend, the sharp twist at the end has made my day 😀
Ha Ha! Is it the sharp twist or the poem you initiated too? About the truck driver and the giraffe swiss-rolled.
The truck driver, I can almost see the look of horror..
Hit the like button twice, and then had to hit it a third time cause my face had gone …
Great reading. Reality always beats fiction.
I was duly notified. WP doesn’t think twice, wait a bit or reconfirm. We are the truck drivers. Ha Ha!
Thank you Bert for dropping by and leaving me a candid and touching comment. I feel honored.
I’m not very generous with comments, I do admit. I often feel that most other commenters have already used the words I would have used, feel shy and silly, let your pictures or words percolate and then just click like.
I cherish your likes as much Bert !
Great story, brother.
Thank you John.
Said it before, but you have a real knack with telling these stories.
I enjoyed Reading your story very Much and will look forward to more
Thank you so much Mike. I’m glad you like it. .
Have a nice day!
You have a remarkable insight into how readers respond to a narrative. Always a pleasure to stop by for a visit…your parents are truly amazing.
Thank you for stopping by. To be honest, I have no insight how readers respond. In fact, this post has confirmed my doubt. The primary intention was to flaunt my earrings. None said a word. I’m so hurt ! 😀
But I agree, my parents are truly amazing people to ponder and write about.
That was such a beautiful story, Arjun… 🙂
It reminded even to me so many things from the past… WELL DONE!!!
I’ll look forward to hear from you then! 🙂
Nice to learn more about you Arjun – tell us more!
I tell you more every time, my post or yours!
smells like home…
the old good days
when there was no
I-phones, I-pads, I-pods
only the radio
a ride in big old truck
feeling the breeze
with a smile
father and son
sharing high hopes
(I knew the post was going to be different, have to say the first photo says a lo about you, you could of posted that photo with a tittle like the thinker,the traveler or the journey. Thank you I went back in time, my childhood was like that too, life was slower back then the world was different too more colorful, what a beautiful story about life and those special moments, life is about those little moments, is all in the details no matter how small they are and I found out you are not that young lol like me hahaha!)
Blissful poem by the mighty talented Doris!!
Ha, you suggesting I flaunt my picture as the thinker, traveler?!! The obvious flaunt i.e. my earrings you’ve comfortably overlooked 😦
We are ageless Doris, a perfect match 😉
actually I did not overlooked anything you will see 😉
I shall wait to see! How are you today morning?!
I woke up early, do not know what happen to me, I been working and doing so many things, so unlike me in the mornings lol.
And you now that you are home are you enjoying your time?
A surge of energy! How cool is that but why?! lol
Enjoying my time!
Music with a drink and happy conversations…
hey, have a drink for me 😉
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Thank you for sharing this! I really liked reading it. Well written meaningful prose. Best!
A comment from you is much comforting especially on a post like this. Thank you Mark!
That’s wonderful writing. You have a great narrative style.
Thank you David. It’s a great feeling to be appreciated by an author of your stature. I also look forward to any piece of advice or guidance from you.
Love this. So awesome to get a glimpse of your upbringing and your culture, your parents, etc. … Enlightening, funny and informative… thanks so much for sharing that!
Aw! That feels really good to hear from you such kind words of appreciation. I’m so glad you like it.
When I was a little girl, I use to ask the truck drivers driving behind our family’s car to push (pull) the horn. I’d sit in the back seat and give them signs. If they pushed the horn, I’d blow them a kiss and wave them goodbye.
I enjoyed your childhood story much! It was almost like being there and living that memory with you :).
Wow. I’m sure they savor moments of encounter like the one you mentioned. Driving miles on the endless road and all of sudden someone look you makes signs, they respond and a surprise reaction from you makes their day.. Wow! and you never meet them again…Just a moment shared in bliss!!
Thank you so much for sharing your childhood memory, so unique!
Thank you as well for sharing yours! 🙂
I was riveted by your story-You are a wonderful storyteller Arjun both with words and pictures. It seems many families have a child that just does not quite march to the same beat-it can make for both an interesting and tumultuous time, but it also lends itself to great stories. Well done-
You’ve touched the very core of my purpose to write. If I can entertain readers with stories from my past, I’m healed. Thank you so much Meg. To be understood is a reason enough to celebrate my existence.
rememberings and storytellings, romance and ideal perfections
the houses we construct with the bricks we think we have
thank you for writing
Thank you for your time and a beautiful comment. I’ll remember your words for a long time Elisa.
Are you working on an autobiography? Looks like you’ve got the material. Nice post!
True, I’ve material enough for a book. So while I wait to make my movie as a director, I write. No free flow of words yet so I’m happy taking pictures. That too seems to be peaking out so another addition nowadays is cooking 🙂
Arjun, I will never articulate anything more fitting than Elisa’s comment, so let me simply agree.
I’m elated. Thank you very much Elena 🙂
I truly enjoyed your post, Ajun! It was fun for me to visualize each scene you showed us here. Beautiful, humorous, enlightening. Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you for coming over and reading my short. To be appreciated by a poet I admire is an awesome feeling 🙂
I enjoyed to read a peace of your childhood, well written :). If you after all these years see go by a truck, now you remember what some of that passion ?
In fact I want to do a trip for a month with two pairs of clothes, a camera and a dicta phone. Take lifts from truck drivers, travel with them wherever they’re heading to and record them 🙂
Sounds good. Really good. You’d get great material. I had the same idea of recording conversations for later use. Just bought a really cheap recorder.
It’s a very powerful tool once you get in the habit of using it to record others and yourself.
That’s a wonderful thing and idea to do and I think you gonna write and public some amazing stories, I already can’t wait! By the way only 2 pair of clothes are you sure ? 🙂
I’ve tried with 4 pairs of clothes and I know what you mean 😉
Alright. Let’s settle with 3 pairs and an extra t-shirt. Cool?
Hahaha……………………………………………………………………… that will be fine:), when you leave ?
Let’s keep that for Sep-Oct? Just pray for me and it will happen.
Dear Jesus…………….. 🙂 Have a lovely day Arjun!
Aw! Thank you so much, very much.
Have a sunshine day !! 🙂
hehe! this was such an interesting read, and the ending- so funny! 😀
I’m gonna be like Arjun. Only smaller. And a girl… 😉
Ah! Pardon my Hollywood reference as I mean the character. How about Erin Brockovich in a swanky but vintage camper van?
Me had a change of heart. I was thinking of taking a crash course in styling 😉
I’d rather be Julia Roberts in “Pretty Woman” thats talent when you can make prostitution look that glamorous! 😉
In that case, do call me in to play the part of the hotel manager.
😀 you betcha!
Wonderful Arjun…. Even I wanted to be a carpenter when I was 4 years old 😀 Revived my memories buddy!!! Lovely post….big thumbs up from my end 🙂
Ah, the smooth cutter, 1 2 3 and the nail is in, the smell of fevicol 😀
I’m glad you enjoyed the post. Thank you very much Naresh. Good to see you!
oh, your new house-sitting in aussie-land image on your gravatar sent me here.
That would be a good read in a book – it would be great to read more!
Thank you very much Genie!
Your kind words of encouragement I hope triggers in me the writing, long due.
Beautifully written Arjun, loved it! In a way we all want to be truck drivers, don’t we! Driving around, singing songs, stopping by at the odd dhaba to gorge in on the local cuisine..! If only their real life were so much fun 🙂
Fun is subjective. Passion is 100%. Make an offer to a truck driver. Say, I pay you double. Quit this, I’ll give you an easygoing desk job and you’ll be surprised. Same is the case with the staff on trains. Not just the driver or the guard, the attendants too takes a lot of pride in their job. A common dream amongst them – Rajdhani
This is beautiful and nostalgic. The piece completely had me.
Thank you very much. That makes me very happy!
Nice write it is great to learn more about you, I can’t wait to learn more
Great post! When I was young I wanted to own a mini-grocery store, I wanted to be the cashier because I think earning is way easier with that. Never thought that wealth don’t come from a jar of candies sold 🙂
Thank you for sharing a beautiful memory from your childhood. Earn lots of money in a store that sells candies and lots of stuff, we’d love to have them all 🙂
I dote on your last line “wealth don’t come…..”
Just repeating your words here, I’m so touched!
I really enjoyed reading this, Arjun… 🙂
Thank you so much Drake. Always a pleasure to have you over 🙂