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The First Drive





Just like the First crush, First kiss, First drink and various other "firsts" in a guy's life, the First drive is of utmost importance. This experience i believe remains afresh no matter how old the guy gets each passing day. I am 26 today and still have that sweet memory of my first attempt at drivers seat to touch the keys dangling from the ignition and turning them clockwise. That wild sensation for the moment, to move that beautiful art of mechanics.

One fine morning, i saw a man with long mustaches cycling towards my home. No, it was not his first day. It is the first conscious memory i have of him. As we all call him, Bahadur Uncle ageing around 65 years now. He got into this blue colored mechanics , turned the ignition on, reversed the car from the porch and parked it besides our house. It was a Maruti GYPSY . Totally spellbound as guys of my times would be, i went running towards him requesting him to allow me to sit in the driver's seat. Totally clueless and underestimating my gut, he further allowed me to take over the Captain's seat. My hands were not able to stretch up till the steering wheel. My feet hung from the seat trying to bridge the gap towards the accelerator. Least of all i knew, was to turn those magical keys stuck into the ignition. At that point, I didn't even know we called that part of the car "Ignition". Ha Ha!

So i gathered all my guts, stretched my hands towards the keys and turned them. That proud moment when the engine fires up and it's your fingers triggering it. Following was this moment of shock and unknowings of the way to react. Immediately there was this whole six people strong family standing around the car looking for me. I was smiling and had the widest grin ever possible on my face. The car was parked in some gear when Bahadur uncle left the car and i took over the Captain's seat. When i turned the keys, the car moved ahead with a jerk and collided into the pole standing at a man's distance. As an effect, I had slipped or as i like to say; i took a slide from the seat and landed on the foot mat. I was sitting close to these pedals and smiling. Trust me, as i write this, i am still smiling. Kids never grow. Do they?

My father opened the driver's door and saw me on that mat smiling; trying to stand up withing the space frame of the steering wheel and the foot mat. The next minute i was in my father's lap having mustache kisses from him. Bahadur uncle got a scolding from dad for obvious reasons. But that day (thanks to Bahadur uncle) i had been injected with a burning desire to learn to drive. And from there on, i have been a car fanatic. My favorite of all the cars I've driven till date has to be the Toyota Camry. My physique deceived me and complimented me in perfect sarcasm to the physique of the car. It looked as if i was just sitting in the driver's seat and the car would drive by itself. Me and my friends often had a laugh on this one saying, "Here comes the ghost car". Ha Ha!

Everything has changed and evolved. But, Bahadur Uncle is the same man with this "respect hill top" in my mind. I am this same kid for him, whom he secretly gave driving lessons on empty roads and grounds. And guess what! my father doesn't plant his mustache kisses on me anymore. (can't believe i said that!) Ha Ha!

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