The Taxi Scam at Dadar Station

Dadar station, at the centre of Mumbai, is already bustling at 5 am. People are heading to/from work, flower and fish vendors are chatting away on the platform, and one can hear the occasional honking car outside.The station is divided into two sections – Central and Western – joined together by an overhead passenger walkway. 

As Konkan Kanya pulls to a stop on one of the Central Line tracks at the crack of dawn, I lug my heavy suitcase out and curse myself for packing so much. 

Happens every time. 

The thought of staggering with the weight, up the stairs to the walkway, across it to the Western side, down the stairs and into another train is exhausting.

“Madam, taxi?” a turbaned taxi driver asks.

A few drivers are waiting at the platform for passengers, unlike the rest of them who wait outside by their cars. They are approaching people who have gotten off the inter-city trains which seem to be arriving every 15 minutes or so. 

This man offers to carry my suitcase, and I quickly follow him. Outside, his taxi is parked in a narrow lane that’s beginning to light up with shops. He puts the suitcase next to me in the backseat and gets behind the wheel.

Just then, another man sits in the front passenger seat. Before the driver can start the car, I stop him.

“Who is this?” I ask.

“Old passenger. I need to give him change.”

“So get him change from one of the shops. I will not let the cab leave with this man sitting here.”

They look at each other. And then one of them asks me “Do you have change for Rs. 1000?”

I knew for a fact, beyond any doubt, that I had only Rs. 500 notes in my purse. The smaller notes were in my pocket and stuffed into various bag pockets.

I open the purse and give him two notes of Rs. 500 each and he hands me the Rs. 1000.

Before getting out, the man in the passenger seat says “Madam, you have given me one 500 note and one 100. See?” He shows me the notes and hands me back the 100.

I knew then, that something didn’t feel right. I had only 500 notes in my purse... didn’t I?

Maybe I didn’t.

I take the 100, and give him a 500 note. He leaves.

The driver fidgeted for a while. Irritated, I asked, “Now what?”

“We need to fill petrol. It will take 20 minutes” he said.

Argh! I needed to go home, and come all the way back to Dadar in two hours to get to work. I didn’t have 20 minutes to spare. And the prospect of taking a 15 minute catnap at home seemed to be slipping away.

So I take my bags, get out, and look for another taxi.

The episode was forgotten.

SIX MONTHS LATER

There I was again, getting off the 5 am train with a ginormous bag, cursing myself. Some things never change.

“Madam, taxi?”

It was a different turbaned man. However, the events that unfolded thereafter were identical. This time, I was better prepared.

“Old passenger.” He said. “Do you have change?”

“No”

“Madam pliss check.”

“Nope. No change."

Passenger gets out. The driver? He needs to fill petrol again. He courteously tells me in Hindi, “this will take time, and you will be delayed, You can get a taxi down the road. Just a five minute walk!”

I was furious, but it was dark, and there were not many people this time around. Using my better judgement, I left and got another taxi. The entire ride home, I Googled.and what I found wasn’t surprising anymore. 

Page after page of cheated people had shared their experiences. What was worse were the comments from foreign tourists who had already formed their first impression of Mumbai and India because of one cheating taxi driver.

My taxi pulled up at the building and I asked the man at the wheel, “There’s something wrong with the taxis in that lane, isn’t there?”

He laughed and said “Those cars never leave that lane. They never take passengers. Their business is that of switching notes.”

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P.S. While many of the reviews on Google date back to 2008, I still find a few from as recent as Sept 2015 on Twitter. Maybe the police have a hand in the matter (Indian police.. who knows?) or maybe the drivers are just plain shameless. All I can do is tell you about it.. and hope that you tell someone else. 

P.P.S. If you're following me on Facebook and Twitter, you probably know that my next post is on "Things To Do in Mumbai that Don't Involve Eating." Comment below and give me your suggestions. Best ones will be featured with credits! No Bandra (bandstand + shopping), Juhu beach or Marine drive pleeeaaase!

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