27th day of May, 2009: I CAN DRIVE....................................
After the first few days at the steering wheel, next few picking up the ABCs (Accelerator, Brake, Clutch), today I learnt 'the wonders of the gear'. How drivers co-ordinate all of these props - I could never understand till I did it myself. And it felt heroic.
And that's not all - I already banged into a scooter (not my fault TRUST ME) and I showed him the middle finger (D. never does that and warned me not to repeat it EVER. And I gave him my devilish smile. Heh heh.)
Muzeeb (the trainer from Escort Driving School and who recognizes his burqa-clad sisters from their sandals) must have trained at least a hundred blokes in his career of 10 years, and there is no reason, whatsoever to consider me special. Even though after 15 min of driving I take to humming some song and begin to look around checking out people, shops and.... M., very curtly reminds me "Rastey ko dekho madam, idhar udhar dekhne ko baadme bohut time milenga" and that I'm only 6+ class old. Even though I leave both my hands from the steering wheels to shift to 2nd gear (must be the car) and M. goes totally crazy "Madam sterring wheel chodoge to gadi kaun chalayega". Even though I bring the car to a screeching halt every time there's a dog even intending to cross the road. "Darne ka nehi. Kutta aye, jo bhi aaye. Apna life sabse important hai, baadme dusro ka. Full confidence se chalaneka." Even though I make him feel suicidal with my pen and paper and get him draw and explain the entire mechanism of the car. He would only be thanking his stars, visiting the mosque for his namaaz every Friday, when he passes this test - of patience in teaching me How to Drive. And D. will be thanking him (it could have been D.!). And I will forever remember
"Rastey ko dekho madam, idhar udhar dekhne ko baadme bohut time milenga"
"Madam steering wheel chodoge to gadi kaun chalayega"
"Darne ka nehi. Kutta aye, jo bhi aaye. Apna life sabse important hai, baadme dusro ka. Full confidence se chalaneka".