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Confessions of a New Driver

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I have finally taken the plunge. I have finally bought a car. I am finally driving myself around.

 

For so many years I was driven around – by our driver, by the cabbie, by friends, by my mom. Friends encouraged me to learn how to drive. And I’d brandish my driving license at them. Yes I have had a license since 2004.

The story began when I learnt how to shift gears in a  stationary car way back when I was 15 on my Dad’s office waali gaadi, a heavy duty Ambassador. Fast forward to 2004. I went to a driving school, learnt how to drive and got my license as well made. Thereafter I never drove again. I made a few ventures on our Vento last year on lovely empty Gurgaon roads on bright sunny afternoons with the driver. The moment any other vehicle was anywhere on the same road (even if it was 5 kms behind me) I’d simply freeze. If anyone whizzed past me, I’d panic and start randomly pressing at any pedal. The driver diplomatically convinced me to drop the idea. Now fast forward to March 2015 when I joined my new office (which is 33 kms from home, that is faaaaaarr). A second car became a most urgent need. Not wanting to see all my money going in paying the EMI, driver’s salary and fuel bills, I decided it was high time I learnt (re-learnt) how to drive. Hence, lots of research happened (which meant I checked a couple of sites online to get an idea of the prices and then called a friend who’s very gyaani about cars). Also I was very clear that I didn’t want to invest my hard earned money in a second hand car. The husband decreed that we would hire a second driver to teach me for the next few months.

My lovely silver Polo joined our family and we became a 2 car household in April.  Then began the hunt for another driver (since my husband didn’t want our driver running away because he had to teach me how to drive). I went through 4 drivers in about 2 months. Driver No. 1 ran away after I drove 10 kms at an agonizing 30 kms per hour and took me about 45 minutes on a relatively empty road. Driver No. 2 lasted for 15 days. Driver No. 3 was fired after the second day since I had to keep reminding him to use the indicator. Driver No. 4 lasted the longest – a full 18 days. Driver Nos. 2 & 4 managed to teach me somewhat to drive and not freeze there were other vehicles on the road. I was terrible at easing the car into first gear. The car would grind to a start under my confused control of the clutch & accelerator and then shudder to a halt. Every damn time. I’d hate stopping at signals because there’d be a queue of cars behind me honking away. I’d get tense. The car would not start. I’d get more tense. Cue more honking. I’d finally get out of the driver’s seat in a huff, apologetically smile at the cars behind me and get into the backseat.  Driver No. 2 was sadistic (actually, he was very sweet). He’d make me drive the car a few meters. Then stop. Then ease into first gear again. several times a day. Rinse. Repeat. Till I got it right. Driver No. 4 was even more sadistic ( actually, he was also quite sweet). “Madam, aap mat dariye. Aap chaliye.” He made me drive on crowded roads. With multiple lanes.Cars switching between lanes without any indicators. In start – stop traffic. He’d nonchalantly wave at the honking cars behind me and point to the big red ‘L’ on the windshield. Till one day I realized that I wasn’t scared anymore of the other vehicles on the road. I wasn’t freezing in traffic. I was one among the other cars on the road.

After Driver No. 4, I tried to convince the husband that I could now drive solo to work. He asked me to take him for a drive. Knuckles turned white, lips were clenched and not a single word was spoken at the  end of the drive. He had a really stiff drink at the end of it. Then he convinced our regular driver to go with me for a couple of more weeks. He sat in the backseat so I wouldn’t feel him figuratively standing on my head inside the car. After that I rebelled and decided it was time for me to drive solo. Surprisingly, the husband agreed. Without any arguments. That fact by itself made it a red letter day. Then I started driving solo. It takes me two hours on an average each way (because I’m too fattu to speed beyond 60 kms). I call the office boy down to guide me with parking when I reach work. The main thing is that I drive myself. Please take a moment to acknowledge that.  This is empowering for me. I spent too many years being scared. Till I just decided that I am going to buy a car and drive it.I am woman. Hear me roar!

And stay out of my way when I’m on the road. I might just flip the finger at you if you switch lanes without an indicator or drive on full beam in well-lit roads or honk at me to go faster on a crowded road or suddenly go from the extreme right to turn left blocking the traffic or are a two wheeler meandering away on the road or have that horrible white disco-dancing LED light or suddenly zoom out of a lane onto incoming traffic without checking almost causing a pile-up. And if you have an ‘L’ on your car, I’m going to give you a big smile & thumbs-up as I pass you by. 

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July 29, 2015 at 5:22 pm

Stuff Which Ought To Have been Posts

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This is basically a random bunch of stuff which ought to have been posts, but have instead become various bullets in a post.

  • Everyone and their brother is getting married. I don’t have that much leave. Everyone seems to be getting married one after the other. I am taking the next few weeks as the wedding weeks (which reminds me I need to get the bling bling out from the locker).
  • We had some friends over for dinner on Sunday night and we had a gala time. I had made chhole, mutton & vegetarian pulao and my MIL had sent some palak-paneer. Everyone also complimented my cooking 🙂
  • We’d got these cocktail samosas  which I baked in the oven and were yummmm. The second pack turned out to be batata wadas (I had asked the Hujband to pick up two packets of samosas and he just picked up two packets randomly, w/o realising that they weren’t the same thing) which also I baked. Totally ideal for vada pao. I vote for a vada pao, poha & cutting chai party soon. Anyone up?
  • Oh and our littlest guest (all of 20 months) had more dip over his clothes & face than what he ate 😛
  • We had a lovely blogmeet at ~nm ‘s place on 31st october in honour of Monika visiting the capital city & bloggers from NCR all congregated for some lovely food (the pav-bhaji was yummmmm), masti & mazak.  Besides, yours truly, there was the delightful Meira, Neera and How do We Know. The kids were kept busy with some pasta, chocolates & some animated movie on the laptop. It was just like a bunch of old friends meeting and never felt like we were meeting for the first time (I met everyone, except Meira for the first time). I arrived just in time for lunch and immediately put my phone inside the bag so that I wouldn’t get calls from work (So what if its a Saturday? Does the world end my friend? Then how can work stop?)
  • I had to leave a little early from the blogmeet cuz I had to go meet my cousin and this one girl whom he was sent to mee by the folks and thereafter had to give my report to them. (Report was positive and yes we did ask “Beta, kya tum khana bana sakti ho? and burst out laughing).
  • Same cousin returned home to do nightlong puja of the X-Box Devta with the Hujband while I was made to slave over a hot stove (oven actually since there was no gas)  to make some brownies. They were yummmm…photos were terrible (but I’l give you guys the recipie soon).
  • Work has been hectic over the past month for both the Hujband & me…things getting resolved now 🙂
  • We went for London Dreams last sunday….decent movie. I didn’t like the songs so much in the movie, but they’r the type which grow on you. Salman Khan was rather OTT and irritating at times, Ajay Devgan was good in the ngative aspect, but not so great as a rockstar, Asin was somewhat irritating (though I loved her hair & getup), Rannvijay was surprisingly good.
  • I have been a good girl and not done much retail therapy cuz while I need to pay off my credit cards
  • Also tell me guys, (because I have been discussing this issue off late), how much perecentage of your salary do you save/ invest for tomorrow/ rainy day without feeling the pinch on your today? I save a significant chunk of my salary (almost 50%) and so does the Hujband, but I do feel the pinch sometimes. I wonder that being a DINK couple, we find it difficult to save, and I wonder what will we do when we do start a family. I wonder if its worth skipping out on a few things today to save for tomorrow, but then would I still be able to pick up another shoe and deny my child a toy? As in, my needs would then be secondary and not of primary importance as hey are today. Will I then resent that I didn’t do it today when I had h oppurtunity to do so? Does that even make sense or am I just being very slefish?
  • Which also brings me to the favourite topic of all Dilli aunties “Beta, good news kab de rahe ho?”. I direct them all to to the Hujband for clarifications.
  • Oh and we had this impromptu college reunion last Friday where 4 of us college friends met up cuz one of them had come from out of town and was flying back the same day. He calls me at 11 am and says “Oye Bangali, kaisa hai? Mujhe kya khila rahi hai lunch pe? Milne ka hai re ujhse. Bahut din ho gaye mile hue hum sabko. See you at 1 pm at ______. Byeee” and hung up. He had pulled the same stunt on 2 others and all 4 of us met up to lots of un, laughter & shared memories. We knew he was dating another common friend and one of us generally asked him “K____ kaisi hai?”. To be informed “Biwi theek hai.” The 3 of us yelled the place down with “Tum dono ne shaadi kab ki? Bulaya bhi nahi.” So then he told us of how the parents were objectng so they’d had a court marriage and the parents had finally agreed and that they were still staying seperately because they had promised their parents. The other patrons in the resteraunt turned around to look at the 3 of us shrieking & yelling at the 4th one and this guy on the next table had to save a bowl  of manchurian from going plop on his head.
  • This is the same guy who taught me & another friend gaalis in Marathi when we asked him to teach us some basic Marathi to converse with the bai & the auowalas.
  • I need new shoes.

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November 10, 2009 at 6:02 pm

Long Time No See

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Hey amigos…been a while since I have posted anything. Blame it on my blogger’s block and my non-exciting life currently.

Been shuttling between work and home mostly. Some family visits too kept me busy. Good news is that we finally bought a car and should be getting delivery by Sunday (fingers crossed). I also need to now to revive my rusty driving skills. Other news is that court vacations are coming up in June so I plan on wearing the brightest of colours to work on a weekday (yes, it is a very big thing). June will also bring my birthday (yipppeeeee) so those of you who want to wish me 9th June is the B-day. Yes I am a little kid when it comes to birthdays. I like the traditional trappings – chocolate cake (Can anyone tell me where did his tradition of cutting cakes start to celebrate a birthday and I know we got this cake idea from the Brits?), gift wrapping paper to tear off the gifts, lots of love and wishes from my family and friends (It makes me feel really good to know that there are people who bothered to remember my birthday and take the effort to call and wish me). Other news also includes my little cousin bro (little for me at least) having cracked the IIT and a horde of us raising a cheer and banging the table in Delhi at a posh resteraunt, leaving the rest of its patrons wondering what we were cheering about now that IPL is also over. 
 
Ya ummmm well that’s it for now folks…if my blogger’s block continues, I am going to have to start writing essays on ‘Rainy day’ or ‘How I spent my Summer Vacations’ or ‘Autobiography of a Coin’ just so that I can post something here and not feel vaguely guilty about not posting more often.

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May 26, 2009 at 9:01 am

Do Good Fences make Good Neighbours?

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I have a daily calendar on my desk, with a thought for each day. Today’s though of the day is:
“A border can be drawn on a map only after it is first drawn on human hearts.”
– Anonymous
 
This is one thought which really struck me. Don’t we see it in Kashmir today? Borders were drawn on maps before the borders could be drawn on human hearts. Had the borders been drawn on human hearts, would we have had all this bloodshed today? Would we have had Kargil? Would we have had the various blasts and the Taj seige?

I guess its easier to draw a border on a map than it is to draw a border on a human heart. We saw it first during the Bengal partition when the British divided East Bengal (which is today known as Bangladesh) and West Bengal. When you draw a border on the map, you have to make the heart understand that border. Today, we have trespassers/ intruders on our land. We will fight them and throw them out. But my question is why do they trespass? Maybe because this was once their home too. By drawing a line on a map, you may have thrown someone out of their home.

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February 3, 2009 at 8:24 am

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BAN 6-DAY WEEKS

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6 pm on a lovely Saturday evening, and here I am still stuck in office doing an analysis of issues for a matter which is on the 28th. I wish the concept of flexi-timing was allowed on Saturdays at least. My social life is A BIG HUGE ZERO since even Saturdays are plain old working days; and the one Sunday we get, we clean house and sleep. Yup the boring married couple that we are. A 6 day work-week should be outlawed. Its inhumane and plain torture.
The worst of sitting in office on a Saturday till 6:30 is that post lunch none of us are really working, we are simply whiling away our time, doing some perfunctory work. The whole point of working is destroyed. Everyone maintains a semblance of work, while actually surfing the net, blogging and chatting – including yours truly.
The hubby also works Saturdays, so for us our Sunday morning sleep-in is sacrosanct. Woe betide my maid if she dares to ring the bell before 8:30 am on a Sunday.

And yeaaaaaaaaaaaah, India won 🙂

We showed those bloody%^&*$#@ Aussies. Bloody ‘mates’ can give it but they just can’t take it. In school, we used to call them BULLIES. That is exactly what they are – plain old bullies, who when they are given a dose of their own medicine ran crying racism to the umpire, who like one of those typical Indian mothers said ‘Mera beta kuch galat nahin kar sakta’ . Helooo, calling someone a monkey is not racist, but a plain and simple insult. Or it is also possible that Sardar Bhajji was actually saying ‘Teri ma ki*&^%$’ and our poor old Symonds being a doodh ka dhula hua bachcha got all offended and ran crying Mommy, Mommy, or in this case Umpire, Umpire.

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January 19, 2008 at 1:06 pm

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