Chennai Cab Driver and Language Barrier Comedy

You people understand the communication gap.

It comes because of the language barrier.

I perform all over the place, right? So the first time I was performing in Chennai.

In Chennai, I landed, and the first thing you do is book a cab.

Now no cab driver was willing to take me just because I am a North Indian and I don't speak their language.

Tamil is a little tough to speak, so I as much as I could manage, that much I was doing.

Like, I was deliberately adding an accent, like, "Sir..."

English slash Hindi." Now he, just as rudely, "No...

Speak Tamil... Rascal, only then." Oh, my Rajini anna, take the OTP, go to the hotel.

He took the OTP and went off to the hotel without me.

I was stranded at the airport for an hour and a half. I was alone waiting for a cab to get seated.

I folded my hands before God and said, "Oh..."

Lord, make me mute. While speaking, I realized the value of being mute.

What kind of test is this? This could happen to anyone, anytime.

When I booked the next cab, it said, Cherappasankoni Srivatsan Kesavan Iyer is picking you up. I said, "Son, come."

Son came. Son had the same attitude. "Hey, are you North Indian?" I said, "Huh?" He said, "No time. Where are we going?"

I said, "Ah, eh, oh, ooh, yoo, oh, oh, eh, oh, oh."

He shit himself. He looked at me, "Sir, sir, sir, Hindi, Hindi."

I said, "I'm speaking Hindi now. Today, you guess the OTP."

Ee, oh, ee, oh. Today, your next seven generations will play with Yamaraj."

Then he realized I was mute. He was messing with me.

He kept at it with me, saying, "Where do you want to go?"

Where do you want to go? I said, "Sir, I'm mute, not deaf."