Just had my first car driving lesson and man, it was a ride. Well, first of all, my instructor had deviated from my expectations too much. I had expected a middle age man sure, but what I got was a Brahmin man, a Pandit. Now, I don’t know why that came as a shock but it did. I guess it was his experience of teaching so many people but he had absolutely zero attention to spare me or that’s what I thought because he’d corrected my direction every time the car was going off-road. I think I just felt that way because he was being so nonchalant, talking freely about whatever he deemed fit, and checking his mobile every now and then; then again, it wasn’t his first time trying his hand at driving a car. The car was so fabulous that the doors could only be opened from the inside locks. It was evident of how many people it had taught over the years. We sat in, and he just carelessly threw a few instructions about the indicators and the pedals- the CBA- and told me to start the car. Thank the Lords above I could atleast think about turning the keys at that moment. And just like that, we were off. Of course, he was the one mainly controlling the system and had his hand over the steering wheel most of the time like he owned the car or something, and that was what annoyed me to my wit’s end. I just wanted myself to be the one doing the stuff with his minimal interference. This generation I swear, being so impatient with everything. And when he did do so, I’d let the car go out of control, wasn’t able to take the turn properly, he had to butt in. It was my first time trying to drive a car, my first time looking into a rearview mirror and seeing from my perspective but it wasn’t my first time being so unobservant. I had been so focused on the road just ahead that I had, once again, ignored all of my surroundings. I couldn’t even remember what path we had taken and how we had gotten from my house to Golf Links Residential Area (had forgotten again, just asked Mum and Dad). It was so hard to focus on everything at the same time, to look in the right-side mirror and still be able to maintain that presence of mind on the road ahead. I guess it would’ve been easier if I knew what I was looking for in the first place. I think an important thing to grasp and certainly tricky too, would be to know how much to rotate the steering wheel to get the car to turn at certain angles; and when exactly to start rotating the wheel. So, I learned that you’ve got to press on the clutch whenever making a turn, will try to remember that. All the time my mum was sitting in the backseat, not making a peep, and the few conversations they had, I don’t remember. When we finally got to the place where he had to pick up another student who would drive us back, we had to wait long and, in that time, I got to know of his punctuality. It’s a good thing my dad refused me to take our dog out on a walk when he had already arrived. That would’ve been a foolish move. He’s really familiar with the city, and he let it known, what with all the turns and streets he took to get us back home that even my mum and I didn’t know about. And as soon as we got out, that dog outside that’s gone mental attacked a man on a motorcycle who slipped. That was the first time I’d seen someone slip. Well, the dog ran away, the motorcyclist probably had a bad morning and would complain to his family after getting back home, we came inside the house and the car drove away. Once again, I guess, to pick up some other student who then would in turn drop off the current one and so on it would be.