I know...it's rather late to be learning how to drive at nearly 30. But I guess it's better late than never. Actually "never" would have done pretty fine for me. But then , you know how it is. You get married, the wife does not like riding pillion on your bike because her hair gets blown around, blah, blah, blah... So here I am in the Maruti Driving School (Mandovi Motors). They look pretty professional, I must say that for them. When I come to enroll, I am given a notepad, two booklets on driving, and a neatly drawn up schedule, all inside an envelope. The fees are reasonable too. And then, I guess you can't go very wrong if you ride along with the Maruti label.
To be frank, driving a car has never appealed to me. A car seems to be too boxed up and too cut off from the outside world to really enjoy driving in. Besides, a car is big and clumsy when you have to weave in and around crazy traffic. And dont even get me started on parking woes. A bike has always seemed to me to be the logical way to transport yourself from point A to point B. But then, as I said, things change after you become a family man. The wife has different views and you have to compromise sometimes. The wife, by the way, also took me to the driving school. After a few arguments, I might add.
On D-day, I enter a small classroom where the first theory class is to be held. A man with an impossibly broken nose walks in and proceeds to murder the Queen's language with a panache I have rarely observed before. At one point of time, he even asks us "driving students" to read out aloud from the presentation slides on the board, flooding me with fond memories of my primary school days. I am also extremely skeptical about some of the explanations he gave about traffic signals. I guess I will have to get by on my wits rather than depend on my instructors to impart me with driving skills.
Meanwhile, I wait for my next class.
To be frank, driving a car has never appealed to me. A car seems to be too boxed up and too cut off from the outside world to really enjoy driving in. Besides, a car is big and clumsy when you have to weave in and around crazy traffic. And dont even get me started on parking woes. A bike has always seemed to me to be the logical way to transport yourself from point A to point B. But then, as I said, things change after you become a family man. The wife has different views and you have to compromise sometimes. The wife, by the way, also took me to the driving school. After a few arguments, I might add.
On D-day, I enter a small classroom where the first theory class is to be held. A man with an impossibly broken nose walks in and proceeds to murder the Queen's language with a panache I have rarely observed before. At one point of time, he even asks us "driving students" to read out aloud from the presentation slides on the board, flooding me with fond memories of my primary school days. I am also extremely skeptical about some of the explanations he gave about traffic signals. I guess I will have to get by on my wits rather than depend on my instructors to impart me with driving skills.
Meanwhile, I wait for my next class.
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