My driving lesson!

When I was in India , one thing I always used to dream about was , that one day I will be able to drive a car.I would be sitting in the auto while commuting to college or any other place and when ever I would look at some one driving a car,I would envy him/her with a vengeance with out any reason,especially if the driver is a "her",my envy would turn into anger.The anger would reach to the peak point when my auto is stuck because of slow traffic,and I am constantly inhaling carbon dioxide guzzling from the other vehicles and also the car waiting just beside my auto.In a hope that a day will come when I will have my own car and I will be able to drive would give me inner satisfaction and relief that nothing to be so envious and angry about.

So after coming to the U.S.,first thing I decided was I will learn driving as soon as possible.But that time didn't come really quick as desperate as I was.It happened only after 2 years.One night my best friend reminded me of this hidden desire.The next day I called the driving school and got my self enrolled.The session was for 4 days.The next day a guy named "Tony"(my Instructor) came exactly at 3:00pm.I was ready with my Picture ID,and money.First day started very well.Went to a near by parking lot,which was not busy at all.Learnt parallel parking and normal parking ,taking turns,use of indicator,making a habit to look at the front and rear mirror and how to drive on straight roads.Each session was for 2 hours.
So far so good.Next day he came again and except parallel parking did the same things again.Got a bit of more confidence.I was pretty sure that I wont have problems in driving any more.Third day was very critical.Suddenly I started making lots of mistakes and I realized that driving is not my cup of tea.My confidence went very down from top to bottom.But as supportive as my friend was ,he offered me his help.On the fourth day I made an excuse and said to my Instructor, that I was sick.As in Arizona some driving schools itself take the test too,but I was not ready to take the test that day. After that for 3- 4 weeks ,every weekend I would go with my friend for practice and would drive around for 5-6 hours.That helped building up my confidence a lot and I also realized that I actually learnt nothing with the driving instructor.But the testy part of learning driving with my friend was that we would fight a lot,for small things,for small mistakes.People who know driving well have hard time tolerating with the novice driver ,especially when they have to teach some on from scratch.That was the problem of my friend.So every weekend driving practice would end with a fight and ultimately cold war.Some days it would get very bad ,so bad that I finally thought of giving up.My confidence was lost completely.But with my friend's encouragement ,I still called the instructor that I was finally ready to take the test.On the test day,to my and my instructor's surprise I performed well.He was surprised that how am I able to drive so well.I told the story of my practice session with my friend which made a lot of sense to him.In his heart he must be cursing my friend for that ,because of him he lost so much money which he would have gotten giving me so many private lessons.

That day ,little did I know that I will pass the test .The instructor congratulated me and we finished the paper work.The next day I went to the MVD office to get my driver's license.All thanks to my friend.After that in spite of all the humiliation I continued practicing and learning driving with my friend on weekends.But at certain points my friend would get testy on my mistakes.which lead me to finally stop driving all together.I worked very hard to learn driving .I was learning driving in my friend's car,and finally did learn .But since I didn't have my own car and by the time I had my own car,I gave up driving out of frustration.Now I only have the driving license ,which is of no use for me.It just works as picture ID for me.Some times I think I wish I had my own car,to learn ,to make mistakes and finally learn by my self by making several mistakes.

Now I do all my work by bus,and find myself at the same situation when I was in India.The only difference is now I don't envy any one,neither do I get angry.Why so?
It is all about hope.In India I had a hope ,now I don't and that makes a whole lot of a difference.