Entrepreneurship can drive you to do things that you have been avoiding forever. In my case it’s driving. I plead guilty to the fact that I have no sense of direction, have never learnt to cycle (hangs head in shame) and have the sweetest husband on the planet who drives me around when necessary (and a driver to get me to work and back). And when all else fails there are always autos and trains.
That does not mean that I have not looked at others zipping by, perched comfortably at the wheel and not felt a tiny pang of envy, as I lounge around on the backseat of my car, bopping away to the music on the iPod and watch the world go by. But the simple truth is, I was and still am TERRIFIED of driving!
Anyways, entrepreneurship brought home the fact that I will have to cut corners and fast. So out goes the driver. And driving myself to work seems to be the most sensible thing to do.
So I have finally joined a driving class. To be honest, this is not my first attempt. Had tried once before and after the fourth class had a massive showdown with my instructor when he kept tut-tutting through the 30-minute session and the final straw was when he asked me, “What will other people on the road think when they see you driving like this?” Like I care! I just want to get from from point A to B and not leave a trail of bodies in my wake. Well the result was I got out of the car and walked home and never looked back.
This time around my classes seem to be going ok. I have figured driving can’t be that bad, if a few factors are in place:
- Driving speeds are limited to 10 kmph
- The roads have all of two cars, including mine
- Yadavji (my instructor) is sitting at the passenger seat with a separate set of controls
This Friday, I get my learner’s license. Am super excited. Watch this space for more musings on what happens when a 30-year old decides to learn driving!
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...And welcome to the land of incoherent ramblings! Best wishes on your blogging stint, bebe. (albeit a few years late.) And not really a good idea to put in real-life names of family members...definitely not my godson's.
Thats wonderful that you can finally get rid of the Dhoom 2s and drive on your own...... Dramaqueen turns Fast and Furious.
ha ha.... very funny.... keep posting....
Go for it babes! If I could learn driving, anyone can! I am finally on the roads after several months of hesitated half-hearted attempts!
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cute blog. All the best with your driving.
nice...in fact great you decided to rty again... and yea just to boost your confidence levels...my mom did it post 40 (we didn't have a car before that)...so yea... go girl!! lol...
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This was fun. Waiting for more updates on your learning the skills!!
congrats. so how are you doing with your driving. update
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Believe you me you are not the only one who is scared of driving I am 26 and still hoping that one day will come when I will be able to master this task till then i keep telling people Ohh i hate driving, public transport is so much better.All the best
I relate. I so so relate.
Date: Circa September 2005
Scene: Me and my fellow bandmate Raju en route to a friend's place to pick up a guitar processor
Mode of transport: Raju's Activa
Insurance status: Both covered for life (not counting vehicle)
Me: Hey, can I ride for a while?
Him: (WTF look) you have a license?
Me: Yes! (flashes out a shabby 2-wheeler license)
Him: Ermm.... Ok...
(2 minutes and an almost-crashed-into-roundabout-moment later)
Him: You've got a license alright... To kill! Gimme my wheels back!
And thus, I continue my lifelong confinement to ride pillion.
PS: word verification for this: facruse. Sounds like a nastily-named Arab, no?
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