Saturday, August 12, 2006

And He Taught Me To Drive…


Learning to drive all over again, feels so much like going back home in time…

to when I was much younger, to the time when my father gave me the handle of the Royal Enfield Bullet, on a straight road sans disturbances, with darkness upon us and the constant whimpering of my mother with my still young sister in her arms, terrified and saying in a little voice that I was too young to do what I was doing…

And I remember my father say through the corner of his mouth, without looking back, checking the road ahead for his young driver son, “I wouldn’t give him control if I didn’t trust him. If there is trouble, I will take over…” and my mother calmed down. I knew that day that even at seven, one could feel ten feet tall.

Eons later, when the Enfield disappeared and four wheels made their appearance for the first time in our lives, it was my father again who made me take the wheel. (Though I fell in love with our bright red Maruti Van at first sight, I had to wait till my eighteenth birthday to graduate from the left side of the Van to the right). Endless slaps on the wrist in a quest to gain steering balance later, my father felt confident enough to agree that the Van had become an extension of my mind and body. And he left me loose, to live life with the car, my own way.

Again, he trusted me enough to permit me to use the car as I wanted to. The trust was always there that I wouldn’t do anything that he wouldn’t with his car.

Years later, when I am on the fringes of getting my own car, trying for a drivers license whose primary concern is that I graduate from the RIGHT back to the LEFT, I miss my father. I miss the days when he sat by my side, never showing the fear he felt, slapping away at each tiny mistake and praising each moment of wise driving.

I started Qatar’s driving classes on the 10th of this month. I believe there is no better time to acknowledge the best driving teacher in the world.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the award goes to my dad, patience personified, for being the best in the trade when it comes to training his first born, in that delightful indulgence known simply as driving…
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13 comments:

The Inner i said...

gud man, u live a gud life.

considering that even now, i'm not allowed to drive!

what car are u getting?

aarshi said...

i like this.

i drive only in my dreams (and occasionally when someone's left the keys in the car back and forth realllly slow but no one's supposed to know) and if there's anyone i've learnt how to from, it's our old driver ramadada.

i remember sittin on his lap when i was six and turning the driving wheel for him.
if there's one thing good about becoming 18, its a drver's license.

Sharan Sharma said...

very nice.

chandni said...

very well written!

Hope u get the licence soon and all the lessons u learnt stay with u :)

Mosilager said...

Now that I have shown a couple of people how to drive I understand how hard it is. A potential killing machine in the hands of one of your friends (or in your case your son) is a lot of stress. It's amazing when someone can get over that and still be patient with life-threatening mistakes.
Thanks for visiting the blog(s).

Ekta said...

awww...such a lovely post!
Well I can give the credit of this to my hubby...hes been patient enugh to teach me how to drive..though now that I havent driven in almost a year and I know whenever I do drive next its gonna be back from scratch!

Mosilager said...

sorry about not being clear criz, i meant that once I started teaching people I realised how hard it was because you're always worried about the accident potential. I can only imagine if it is your own son how much that worry would be. I wasn't implying that you have a son, was just amazed that your dad could teach with so much patience.

Neers said...

the cute and the wow index, are really high here! :)

ursjina said...

hey..i like this greek letters thingie..:)

Nachi said...

hmmm...wonder when i will get my licence??

i guess that telling the driving instructor that Michael Schumacher is my idol is not the best thing to do!! :)

shikha said...

wow!!your dad s super cool..i am 20 and my dad still freaks out with the idea of me getting the
control of big wheels..wen i was young , i met wid an accident while
riding a cycle..after dat i wasnt allowed to even touch my cycle..but probably thats why i m still scared of traffic and stuff..
and probably that s where u got all d confidence everytime u r driving..!!awesome stuff!!!

Neers said...

heyy, where??

dRoZzY!!! said...

i just tripped over your blog..
nice post man!!!
reminds me of my old days:)