I simply just dont get it. My sense of the road and geography as alway is at its pits. Dear hubby “A” has been kind and has agreed to give me driving lessons every morning. The regime is as follows.

Take my elder one to school at 7.20 AM. The route isnt very complicated or difficult. A straight road with minimum turnings, all across Shantipath, till we hit school on Malcha Maarg near the Chinese Embassy. So off we all get ready, including my little one, in A’s prized car on cold November Delhi mornings.

Everything through the way seems ok to me except when I encounter these big circles with 3-4 exit points. And then all hell breaks loose. How the hell am I supposed to navigate and give indicators here? Panic stricken I randomly switch the left then the right.. much to A’s frustration and irritation. He is generally a pretty cool person, except when it comes to teaching me driving. And a single mistake I profusely sweat( yes in the cold Delhi morning). I did somehow figure it a bit today despite all the instructions and confusions “A” kept jabbering. Reached home safe and sound, and a lot shaken.

I wonder what it is with driving for me. Why do I fear it so much? I otherwise dont fear anything in life and go ahead and do it. Driving is something I just dont seem to be gaining confidence. Maybe it is something to do with the fact that, I have never driven any vehicle(yes.. not even a cycle)  for the first 25 year of my life.

I do blame my parents for this. Dad almost always never really encouraged me or L to pick up driving actively. He always never had faith in us, and felt we would never learn or are actually incapable of driving. Well dad… unless you really allow us, how exactly are we to learn?

Well this low confidence in me somehow has got instilled in me and I still think I am incapable. L has somehow managed to figure out driving and drives in the USA. I am stuck here on Delhi roads, trying to still get confident behind the wheel.

As for “A”, he doesnt say it.. but i can see it in his eyes.. he doesnt have much confidence in me either. Yet he pushes me to drive.. Like that hubby dearie.