Driving the Road ahead

Driving the Road ahead

It’s been some while that I had a dependency on my driver or for that matter someone who could drive me around the city. All I thought at such times was “Wish I could drive”. Sigh! I could not drive. I would envy other people driving effortlessly on the roads. Read: jealous too.

Driving, as we all know is a necessary skill these days to help one trot hassle free. So one fine day, down introspection time I made up my mind for the then-so-called Rocket science for me called driving.

So, here started my stint with driving lessons. Stumbling and gearing up I dexterously tried (I was the only one who thought so though) adjusting the power steering in harmony with the accelerator , brake and clutch .Albeit I tried all the possible permutations and combinations for the match making or for match fixing these parameters, I succeeded and failed most of the times. All those readers having the word “expected” in their minds, it is extremely important for you to read the below.

Well there are a lot of preconceived notions that a green horn like me juggles with, in the head regarding driving principles. Some of them being:

a. Driving classes will make you a superb driver.

b. Driving teacher is responsible to click the enable your road sense setting in your grey anatomy tool options and enhance your logical ability.

c. You have to be an A- lister driver within the stipulated two weeks /half hour a day scheme.

d. Something wrong happens on the road every time I drive. (This one is my favorite).

e. No, one understands me.

f. I am just not made for it.

So juggling through all this I completed one course and asked my dad to evaluate me.

Live voice: I actually wanted to show off to my family and was boisterous enough to think that next week onwards I would drive to my work place.

Dads verdict: I still need to learn Forward gears =3/5; Back gear =0/5; steering control=3/5; Efficiency= 2/5; Parking =0/5.I had failed!!!!!!!!!!!  Still the “expected” expression? Read on.

So, of course No one understands me crops in .I won’t give in, come what may is something I imbibed from my mom both genetically and psychologically, so I enrolled to another driving school from where my neighbor pammi aunty learnt draving.Pun and pum intended. Wink wink.

Needless to say something wrong happened on the road every time. The instructor barked at me like a stray dog most of the times. This led me to park the car in a corner and say “Your shouting ain’t making me learn” so Good bye .I took upon DIY (do- it- yourself) approach and ended up hitting my neighbor shammi uncle’s bumper, well not his but his cars’ silly, and thus started my onslaught in the form of being black mailed by the daemon, the only eye witness (evil eye witness I would say), our sweeper for chai paani.

Now I was after my dad to make me learn. He being the dutiful father and wanting his daughters to know the world attempted. So every Sunday morning, we would go the training ground and he would diligently teach me sharing his experiences and how he learnt on his own. He thought I would pick up. He tried and lost his cool when I showed no improvement. This was when I am not made for this crept in. Sigh!!!

The next Sunday morning, of course basking in my failure glory, I was still dozing off in bed when my sweet dad came up and said “Let’s go driving”. I was all smiles. To this day I have shown improvement and I say this because my dad has asked to me apply a Learners this week.Yipee!!!!!

Learning: believe in yourself; never say never even if some friends say “Kitno ko kuchal diya” when you call them all excited to share your driving endeavors.