REBOOT: RESTART : LIFE 2.03

Life on Wheels:-

In my endeavor to better my life learnings, I decided to also upgrade my life from 2 wheels to 4 wheels. While my brain immediately started dreaming of the car I will soon (like soon!) buy for myself in future, it also directed me towards searching up for the nearest car driving schools. After an intense research, which could have put any scientist to shame, I zeroed on the cliché “Your Driving School”. They had the best google ratings for my neighborhood and claim to teach driving to even a 4-year-old (though I wonder what made them write so!).

I summed up all my courage, spoke to Mr. Manoj and agree to his dictatorial terms of getting up at 0500 am every morning since as per him “subah ka time traffic kam hota hain, ladies log ko sahin lagta hain”. The feminist in me cringed at his words and planned to give it back to him one day by flying past him. However, for now, I meekly agreed and even slept at an ungodly early hour of 1100pm.

One look at the new swift car he had bought to teach me, and I was already calculating the damage I might have to cough up in case I end up banging in an imaginative tree. Then onwards started the driving around the lanes in 1st and 2nd gear. Entire animal kingdom decided to boost my courage and kept appearing in front of the car unannounced. By the end of my first day, poor manoj bhaiyya was sweating profusely and had a woebegone expression on his face. The only thing which stopped him from crying was his pseudo machoism. With an avenger’s like heroism, he told me kal milte hain, and drove off at rocket speed.

Slowly and gradually, I graduated to 3rd gear, though in my head I was already no less then Michael Schumacher. Manoj Bhaiyya’s seat was half torn by now, because of his furious clutching at it while attempting to still not yell at me or break down in tears.

My family would line up every day in front of me and ask for progress. For want of anything better, I told them that I was really impressed with self with the way I mastered break/clutch. It was like I was born to control them. Then came the crashing news by my aunt in a super smug tone, controls are with Manoj, and he has been using them all the while fooling you into false confidence. I felt cheated and betrayed by manoj bhaiyya. I am sure no breakup would have hurt anyone so much as that betrayal.

Now its been a fortnight since I have been practicing on my own and I have already waved twice at manoj bhaiyya while he has been teaching other ladies log. For all our bitter arguments and yelling and betrayals, I am eternally grateful to him for teaching me a new skill. It’s like having a new set of wings. Now next step is to sleep for few hours more every day, so that I can properly dream about the new wheels I am going to buy some day (soon!)

Till then !

Take Care Lovely Readers 

Love IK !