Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Epilogue: The Road Test

Happy go lucky

After the previous post on yielding and not yielding, which I have become much better at, thanks to the regular driving I have been doing, here's something I want to share about my experience of my first road test in US. Does that mean I had to give a second road test? Are you dumb? After driving for so many years in India? etc etc you would ask. Actually, it is kind of justified in the way that ... or let me put it this way. Did you know that in India I did not have to give a road test? So that way no road test in India plus two road tests in US makes it two road tests in total and two driving licenses. Fair enough, is not it? Are you still wondering how I got away without a road test in India? Well, havent you heard of the song "It happens only in India, tan tan tan, tra la la". So all I had to do was join a driving school for 10-15 days, learn to drive and then one day, the driving school gave me the license. Uh yes, authentic. Yes, it was from Delhi State Transport Authority. They had some jugaadh with each other. So that's the story. And ah yes, those were the good old days.

Okay, back to the ishtory. So I got ready early that morning (before 8) and headed for the Driving License Office. Reached within 10-15 minutes, joined the entry line and was directed to Counter no. 4. At the back of my mind I was really confident about getting the license because of previous driving experience. The only thing I felt I could do wrong was that Yield thing etc. But being with an examiner you would be so alert that the probablity of it happening was very small. So, cool and confident I headed to the counter. There was this black huge lady sitting there with thick spectacles. She asked me to sit while she checked my previous records, my social security etc. So far so good. All going well I thought.

The tryst

Then she took my driving permit from me and asked me to do something that I did not catch well because of her accent. So I said, "Sorry, what should I do?". And she snapped back at me, "I ASKED YOU TO STAND AT THE DOOR AND WAIT FOR ME!!". It wasnt just a categorically repeated statement. There was definite anger in her tone and her pitch was raised. My instant wisdom gave the signal, 'It isn't going to be an easy ride'. And yes, she could be one scary woman if she wanted to. My cool confidence dropped a little. That was a sad possibility to think about. But, I still kept my hopes high, nodded and walked up to the door. I told myself, maybe she was one of those people who are harsh on the outside but have a soft inner core. As she came along, I walked out to the parking and went close to my car. I started to open my car door, when she shouted, "STOP! Just stand there! You don't do anything till I ask you to, you understand!" (And from now on, whatever she says, read all caps) No exaggeration here. It was exactly like a cop with a gun in hand would call out at an escaping criminal. It just utterly unnerved me for a second. I think she forgot to add "Or I 'll shoot you!". That would have been more complete rather fitting. In fact, I almost heard it. You can imagine what the future holded (held held) for me (I am nervous you see).

Anyways, she asked me to turn on the indicators and the breaks so she could check they were working. Then she came over to the side of passenger door and said, "Please clean the seat!". I swear the seat just had a minuscule crumb of a biscuit which you could have seen only from very close. But only those with discerning (read discriminating or rather critical, skeptical, cynical)eyes would see it. Anyways, I said, "Oh sorry" and cleaned it fast, trying hard not to give her any other reasons to not give me a license. After sitting she gave me directions like "You need to follow my directions ... bla bla .. lets go to that road and turn right". There I thought came the moment where I could prove myself and all this bad temper stuff would become secondary. I was extra cautious letting all passers by pass, make sure no vehicles were crossing when I turned etc, telling her in my mind, see I am driving so well. I also tried to smile a lot, respond politely, trying to pacify her indirectly.

The revelations

And then it happened! As I moved on to the road, I found a huge truck driving really slowly ahead of us. It was much much below the speed limit, so I just took a decision and moved to the left lane of the road. And she shouted, "Dont move till I give you directions! You are supposed to follow directions! Just do as I tell you. You understand!" For a moment it was a little difficult to understand because it was natural for a person like me who has been driving in roads for a while now. It just comes naturally. It was like getting scolded hard by a teacher in school. It had that effect. I completely forgot that I was a 30 years old married woman. Just felt like a kid who just committed a stupid mistake in some maths problem. But I immediately apologized and waited for her instructions thereon. While all this went on, at some wierd moment, I thought there was resemblance between her and the wolf who impersonates Little Red Riding hood's grandmother in that old fairy tale. Or maybe the Cruella Devil of 101 Dalmatians. And I also got a small kick out of it. (Till then I was still hoping I would get the license).

She tested me for merging lanes, stop signs, signals, U turns. Then came the three point turn. As I made the second turn backwards, I think my car tyre moved onto the grass by like 2 cms! (the grass was on the same level as the road) And there she was starting again. Would you believe if I tell you, I still thought that she was only being very tough with me but ultimately she would give me the license. Out of the 5 stop signs that I encountered, I stopped completely at 4 and may have rolled over one at like 5 miles/hr after seeing no vehicles around. I followed all speed limits except once when while crossing a 35m/hr board, my speed was 37 which became 35 in another 5-10 meters. But she noted all little wrongdoings that I did and completely ignored what I was doing well. At the end, she told me I need to learn a lot about driving. And finally, while getting out of my car, she shouted again, "And you listen to directions!" Swear to God, only once in the beginning while taking the left lane did I defy her. When I looked at the sheet she handed over to me, she had noted that also "Does not follow directions". And then of course there were those, "Rolls over stop signs", "Does not follow speed limits", etc etc. It was a ride of a kind!

Second innings

My second driving test was a cake walk with a very cool headed, linient and rational gentleman taking my test. So I did get my license after all and it was a great moment. All regards to the old lady though. I do not mean she was a bad person, but distress me she did! And of course, I owe her this blog. Back to good old days!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

My absent minded friend

My close and old time friend S was going to pick his fiancee from the Delhi Airport. She was coming back after a trip to somewhereland. It was a little rainy that day and in Delhi when its rainy it often becomes messy and muddy and foggy. Anyways, after some struggle he did make it to the airport on time. At the airport, they took a prepaid Auto for home and reached back safe and sound. Once home, he asked his mom for some change to give to the Autowalah. His mom dint have words, "Change? for what? Where is the car you took to the airport, beta?".

Monday, November 21, 2005

The Postman's view

This is some time ago, when my sister and I were visiting my cousin M in Delhi. She and her hubby had recently shifted to a new apartment in Vasant Kunj. The place was new to us and we were having a hard time locating her home. Soon we at least found the apartments complex but were still struggling for 1029-A. Amidst our confusing arguments of locating it we heard the sound of a bicycle. As we turned around, we saw it was a postman carrying a load of envelopes and parcels and postage. For me, he was God sent. Without wasting a moment, I hurriedly walked up to him and asked, "Bhaiya, aapko yeh number maaloom hai kya?" (Do you know where this apartment is?) He stared at it for a moment and then after searching hastily through his postage, came up with an envelope with "Mamta Aswal, 1029-A, Sector C, Pkt D, Vasant Vihar, New Delhi-110070" written on it. "Is this the person?", he asked, and I nodded excitedly. Almost there I thought. Then he handed that envelope to me and said, "Ghar mil jaaye to yeh chitthi bhi de dena" (If you do find the apartment, hand over this to them as well).

(ps: We did find the apartment finally after realizing that all the apartments with odd noes were in one area and ones with even noes in another)

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

The Shatabdi train Episode

Its Saturday morning. My friend and I have to leave Delhi for another friend's wedding in Dehradun. We have booked our tickets for Shatabdi express. The train departure is scheduled for 7am. I stay the night at my friend's place so we can leave together early morning. We are out of the house next morning at 5:45am. Since we plan to be back Sunday evening, it makes sense to take her car and park it at the station. So we take the car. Also no crazy Auto wallahs or Taxi wallahs. 6:00am and we cross Connaught Place and now we are like 1/2 a mile away from the station. One red light (right in front of the station) and we are in. But wait, suddenly the traffic starts moving slowly and soon we realize that there is a traffic jam at the red light (this is the red light right in front of the station, you can actually throw a stone into the station boundary from here).

My panic level starts rising. What makes matters worse is that we are in our own car, so we can't dump it in the middle of the road. The place is like a maze and there is no space to move. Slowly the clock is ticking away. From 6 it is 6:15.. then 6:30 ..then 6:40. We are moving very slowly. We realize that there is no way to take the car into the station, so we decide to flow with the traffic. Finally we manage to get away from the red light and move towards the shops. There's a shopping market right off the road. We find a spot in front of a shop and although it's illegal to park, we stop there. Hopefully we'll be able to convince the shopkeeper. What else can we do? And as we are about to pick up our luggage and run for the station the shop owner comes along swearing in Haryanvi accent. Well, I am all panicky and mad and I tell my friend to ignore him. Its 6:55 am!!! We have to rush!!My friend is a calmer personality and does a good job of somehow convincing the bhaiya our plight, he kind of agrees (with some money).

And now we have only one manzil! Catch the train! So we rush across the station dragging our bags, pushing and pulling and running and panting. As we finally make it to the platform, to our pleasant surprise the train is calmly standing there. Oh My God.... its 7:10 am and it's still there! Shatabdis are almost never late! We feel blessed for our luck and quickly board our coach, find our seats and settle down. Oh my, what a huge sigh of relief. First, we exchange smiles and then retrospect on what happened. My friend advises me on how I become mad and panicky in difficult situations and how I should keep my cool. I sincerely agree and nod along now that there isn't much to lose. There is so much to change within ourselves I think. And then we chitchat a little wondering when the train will start. Its 7:25am, for the first time Shatabdi is so late....

After a few minutes, we see a couple board our coach and head straight towards us. Then glancing at their tickets and then at our seat numbers, the guy says"You have taken our seats". Yeah right! We take out our tickets and show them, "See, 25 A and B". The guy has a confused look, takes our ticket in his hand and scans the ticket left and right! And then suddenly his face beams in victory, "Bhaisahab, aapka ticket to Dehradun ki Shatabdi ka hai, yeh to Amritsar ki Shatabdi hai" (you have the ticket for Dehradun and this Shatabdi goes to Amritsar). And then we overhear from the back "Dehradun ki Shatabdi to theek 7:00 baje nikal gayi, yeh 7:40 wali Amristar ki Shatabdi hai". (The Dehradun Shatabdi has left at 7:00 already from this platform, this is the Amristar Shatabdi with departure at 7:40 am)

Us-^%^&;*(&*!!! 

(ps: We did make it to our friend's wedding ... we rode by bus)