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Driving… Part 2

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Nothing ever comes easy here. Not even for you readers. Thought you had enough of the ride yesterday? Wait, there is plenty more on the journey, on that particular road 😀 The earlier part of my ramblings on driving (LINK) ended with the hint of my promotion to a moped.

A Luna, that was, and it gave me the darkest scar on my knee, the left knee to be precise. Thank God my parents hadn’t wanted me to participate in any Beauty Pageants 😆 ; so there I was, acquiring scars by the dozen, till Daddy finally got a driver to instruct me in driving a car. Wow. WowWowWowWow. We, my brother and I, in the meantime were allowed to take the car out of the garage and put it back in, apart from being responsible for washing it 😀 So when one of the drivers from his office came to teach me and Mummy, at the Army Transport Depot nearby, it was heaven.

I knew right away, this was my thing. The Luna and the cycle too, of course, but I belonged more than ever behind the wheel 😀 And so, for more than thirty years I have been driving with that same sort of energy and sense of adventure I do believe 😀 I’ve been certified too (yeah yeah, I heard what you muttered under your breath insane, wasn’t it? 😛 ) as being the maniac safest driver in the family 😛 Oh you might consider me self-proclaimed, but till the younger son took over the wheel, my mother used to tell me this. I do believe a certain bias for the grandson worked in his favour, though they will never admit it.

But some things never change. Other drivers on the road for instance. Like those whose ego was hurt by the school girl on her cycle overtook them, they were manifest in those who saw her drive too! No matter the city, no matter that the joke is always on women who drive 😀 What pleases me more is the hashtag wewillgiveitback attitude, and I have the greatest fun when I look for the expression of some of those drivers that I whizz past in my AK47 😀 That’s the nickname for my rather (im)modest Maruti 800 😀

At Traffic Lights it’s a pain to wait for bigger, meaner, faster SUVs and XUVs to take off, lumbering off the block –  I learnt from the second born, that the Maruti has the fastest take off- so I would zip off,  though in a bit those mean machines would sail past! But, I tell you, the JOY, the absolute joy in whizzing past those cars, at the lights, and seeing those startled expressions is worth it all when they zoom past their offended egos trailing in their exhaust smoke 😛 😛

But perhaps the part I have enjoyed the most is driving with my babies, the four legged kind. I’ve been privileged to initiate the boys in driving, after which we mutually decided they were safer, physically, in a driving school, else they’d have turned deaf 😀 😀 But my babies, be it Chinnu, Kuttan, Appu, Paru, or earlier, Ammini and Kunji, (LINK – read of them here 🙂 ) have been delightful passengers, with Chinnu being the most dramatic of them all (LINK – read about it here 😀 )

Before the AK47 of my Maruti, I used to drive my dad’s Ambassador, in Kerala 🙂 This, way back in the late nineties, when there weren’t many women drivers in Kerala, and that too, in small towns and villages 😀 This Ambassador had a lady driver, so the kids on the roadsides, when they spied us, would shout –dhey penn odikkyunu *there!!!! a Woman is driving* – and a couple of years later, when Ammini arrived, later yet with Chinnu and Appu, all of whom loved to hang their heads out, the wind in their faces, ecstasy written all over their excited selves, the kids would shout – dhye penn odikkyunu, dhey carille patti …pattiiiii  *there!!! a woman is driving.. THERE!!!! dog in the CAR – DOGGGGGG!!!!!!*  – each time we’d crack up when this happened, the kids and I!!!  I loved that Ambassador, that we christened Cherplassery Gopalakrishnan 😛 😛 No particular reason why, except that it was a baby elephant of sorts, and elephants hereabouts have names such as this 😀 😀

These days when we drive, the AC is usually on, as I don’t have anyone to mind the dog or cat, and now they are used to it! However something I am SO SO SO not fond of is the way young boys/men on the roadside unfailingly (this, closer to my parents’ home as I drive there ) begin to mimic barking like uncouth dogs. They don’t do it so much these days, because by the time they realize there is a dog in the car, I’d have passed by, windows up 😀 Booooo to them!

Now, my driving companion is Kuttan, who rides shotgun. At the mention of C-A-R, he’s there beside it, and when you say, Cherplassery? he’s trembling with excitement, making cute doggie noises, running up and down after you, as you pick up sheets to put on the seat… you know!!!

And so we drive away, an excited doggie, and his adventurous Momma 🙂 🙂

5 February, 2015

Day#5 of #RamblingsInFebruary 🙂

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

7 thoughts on “Driving… Part 2

  1. I can imagine Kuttan’s excitement. You might have read about Andy bringing auto to the doorstep as soon as my friend gets ready to go home from our home (colony to her colony). He was used to going there on holidays, i.e. when we go outstation!

    You are still carrying all the marks you got while learning to ride/drive. It is interesting (yes, interesting!) to read now! I fell down once while learning but before it registered in my mind, I got up and was riding behind the learners’ trail!
    http://maradhimanni.blogspot.in/2009/12/my-dream-of-riding-two-wheeler.html

    These are all memorale experiences! You reminded me of mine.

    This post of mine is on top in the ‘popular post’ list most of the time!

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  2. wooo hoooo heres to some lovely rides .. have funnnnnnnnn
    ooh reminds me of the old old rusty car we still have , I doubt if it runs still but it was a ambassador on which i learn my driving and once I drove it right into the watered fields where it got stuck in the mud and had to be pulled out with a tractor he he he he

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  3. That made for such a delightful read, Ushus! I love driving too. And yes I so get what you mean by “those startled expressions is worth it all when they zoom past their offended egos trailing in their exhaust smoke”. Some joy that is!

    And that ‘women cant drive’ vibe which I keep getting..just gets to me too.

    Throughly enjoyed this post! And your four-legged babies are the cutest passengers 😀

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  4. Lol @”Thank God my parents hadn’t wanted me to participate in any Beauty Pageants” you collected them scars I believe 😛
    I am a late bloomer who learnt to ride a cycle at 29. Luna! I rode one too. That came soon after the cycle. Luna has gifted me a ligament tear that still troubles me. It happened when the Luna tilted while I slowed down to park! Both children were with me and to try and keep them from falling I put it all my effort to keep the Luna upright, thus injuring myself. Add to it the fact that I weighed hardly 45 kgs. 😀
    Your driving adventures are real fun to read. Oru pennu. Lol. And the dog too. I can just imagine the whole scene! Lololol.
    Wow. Kuttan knows when you say Cherplassery? I just would love to see him riding shotgun.

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  7. She drove her father’s Ambassador
    Like a Knightess in shining armor
    Her Maruti she shoots off
    Without so much as a dof
    Leaving the SUVs and XUVs gaping in horror!

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