I got my vehicle. Drums roll please…yipeeeee!!!
It’s a brand new HONDA DIO.
I have been working for 3 years now…managed with the public transport all the while…but having my own vehicle is like having freedom. I don’t have to walk down to the stops, I don’t have to keep waiting for the bus, I don’t have to worry about getting a seat in the bus, and I don’t have to stay late in office to avail the cabs.
We actually planned to buy a car, so that its all easier for me to travel to office. But soon I realized that with a car it would take me double the time to reach office considering the amount of traffic I will have to beat. So a two wheeler sounded like a much better option.
Yesterday Db and I went to get the delivery. He wanted me to ride back home. Well…I have a good 10-12 years of experience of driving in Orissa…but the traffic in Bangalore scares the shit out of me. I started driving but couldn’t manage to concentrate on one thing…the road, the route, the indicator, the horn, the rear mirrors, the traffic signals, the traffic police or the traffic itself. People started overtaking me from left and right inches fair between our vehicles. All the while Db was sitting alert for something that might go wrong. I couldn’t manage a speed beyond 25.
Soon we reached Kormangala where Db was sure I won’t be able to handle it any more. So he took over and I gladly obliged. I must say he is a good trainer. He asked me to go around the parking lot of our apartment…trying the 'U' turns and cutting the vehicles that were parked there. I went nostalgic of the days when my Dad taught me ride bicycles and his car later.
Dad is a darling I tell you. He does wonderful blunders at times. The day I told him that we are planning to buy a two wheeler for my communication, we realized that I had lost my driving license. He got me a duplicate copy while I was at Bangalore all the while(thanks to his PR in Orissa). When I went home and collected my duplicate DL, my Dad had actually cropped my matrimony photograph to a passport size and used it on my DL. So the cops get to see matrimony pic on the DL, I am not sure if the DL would work now…I look so different in the pic with all that damned makeup. And that reminds me of another incident. While I was at college, I have been a real tom boy. I went home on vacation while my Dad was out on a tour, and changed the seat cover of my two wheeler at home, to TIGER PRINTS. I planned to come home again the next month. My Dad wanted to set up my two wheeler perfect when I was home, so he got the brakes checked, filled up the petrol tank and changed the seat cover to TULIPS AND ROSES. And then I reach home, he proudly presents me my newly done vehicle, visibly expecting some appreciation. Ahem…ahem…!!!The entire vacation I rode his car and he rode my two wheeler.
Back to my new DIO. Db is adamant that I don’t take it o office for a month till I get a hand on the traffic. Oh its so frustrating…having a sparkling new bike at your doorstep and you are not allowed to ride it conveniently to office, rather go through all the pain packaged with these public transport services. Oh how much would I love to defy Db and ride to glory on my new bike? No I can’t…why…do you think I am scared of him…nah!!! Do you think he is the Hitler of the house…nah nah!!! It would have been lot easier to defy him if either of them were true. But this is one thing I really really really hate about him…he is always dammed right. And you can’t really fail a person who knows what he is talking about.
Yesterday Db and I went to get the delivery. He wanted me to ride back home. Well…I have a good 10-12 years of experience of driving in Orissa…but the traffic in Bangalore scares the shit out of me. I started driving but couldn’t manage to concentrate on one thing…the road, the route, the indicator, the horn, the rear mirrors, the traffic signals, the traffic police or the traffic itself. People started overtaking me from left and right inches fair between our vehicles. All the while Db was sitting alert for something that might go wrong. I couldn’t manage a speed beyond 25.
Soon we reached Kormangala where Db was sure I won’t be able to handle it any more. So he took over and I gladly obliged. I must say he is a good trainer. He asked me to go around the parking lot of our apartment…trying the 'U' turns and cutting the vehicles that were parked there. I went nostalgic of the days when my Dad taught me ride bicycles and his car later.
Dad is a darling I tell you. He does wonderful blunders at times. The day I told him that we are planning to buy a two wheeler for my communication, we realized that I had lost my driving license. He got me a duplicate copy while I was at Bangalore all the while(thanks to his PR in Orissa). When I went home and collected my duplicate DL, my Dad had actually cropped my matrimony photograph to a passport size and used it on my DL. So the cops get to see matrimony pic on the DL, I am not sure if the DL would work now…I look so different in the pic with all that damned makeup. And that reminds me of another incident. While I was at college, I have been a real tom boy. I went home on vacation while my Dad was out on a tour, and changed the seat cover of my two wheeler at home, to TIGER PRINTS. I planned to come home again the next month. My Dad wanted to set up my two wheeler perfect when I was home, so he got the brakes checked, filled up the petrol tank and changed the seat cover to TULIPS AND ROSES. And then I reach home, he proudly presents me my newly done vehicle, visibly expecting some appreciation. Ahem…ahem…!!!The entire vacation I rode his car and he rode my two wheeler.
Back to my new DIO. Db is adamant that I don’t take it o office for a month till I get a hand on the traffic. Oh its so frustrating…having a sparkling new bike at your doorstep and you are not allowed to ride it conveniently to office, rather go through all the pain packaged with these public transport services. Oh how much would I love to defy Db and ride to glory on my new bike? No I can’t…why…do you think I am scared of him…nah!!! Do you think he is the Hitler of the house…nah nah!!! It would have been lot easier to defy him if either of them were true. But this is one thing I really really really hate about him…he is always dammed right. And you can’t really fail a person who knows what he is talking about.
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