Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Cars - 2!!!

Envy is all about counting someone else’s blessings than your own.
  •               -Someone
Ever since a friend I had driven a new car of a friend of mine, I had started seeing all those shortcomings of my own Maruti Ritz which were non existent before that. Soon, I started noticing everyone was driving a newer car which was a better model than my own. Or it was otherway round - I noticed only those who had newer and better cars. I was feeling envious.
So finally, after shelling out all my savings, selling left kidney and few liters of blood and taking a loan of gigantic proportions, I managed to buy a new car. Not a very wise decision I must say considering the state of industry I work in. All I can do is hope that I shall not become a cab driver in my own car. Or I don’t have to ask my wife to sell her kidney.
Hyundai Creta is a fantastic car. It is even better unless you have paid for it. Well, then that’s true for most things. They look better till you have paid for them.
After having driven both of them on a single day, yesterday, I realized the subtle difference between driving the both.
Old car is like an old and well trusted ally. You know it well. You know it better. You know all its moves. You know how it shall behave in what circumstances. It is like wife when you have been married for considerable period of time. Yes, there shall be loads of surprises but you tend to expect them. Yes, it shall break down sometimes but you are prepared for it. Oh yes, it shall make lot of noise but you get used to of it. You are well versed with the knowledge of curves and shape and comfortable with the fact that there is and shall be wear & tear. You have been through accidents and know its is no big deal - damages can be repaired. You have practically become one with it.    
New car is like a new partner. While you would like to try everything to make a good start and henceforth a good journey, the trust factor is still missing. You don’t really know the true nature and behavior. You are yet to get comfortable with the curves, shapes, size and features of it. You still don’t feel the part. Oh yes, you fear the first dent or scratch. When that happens, it hurts. Second one also hurts but lesser. Third one even lesser. Slowly you get used to of it. See, it is like a new marriage. Slowly you realize damages are no big deal and can be repaired.
Then the fight begins for parking. Especially if your twin parking is not parallel but straight - cars can only be parked one after another. Who will get the inner parking space? Because one you have been parked inside, you are dependent upon the other one for getting out. Discrimination sets in. Newer member starts getting more preference. Oh yes, it is like two daughters in law in the same family. Friends and family turn up for the muh dikhai of the newer member of the house. People shower praises because that’s the only option that have to tell you on your face. Someone sometimes asks - where is the older one? And you shrug your shoulders and say - same old place. I am sure if Ekta Kapoor reads this piece, she shall surely draft a new soap opera named Kyonki Kar bhi ek Bahu hai. While older one keeps doing the dirty work, younger one is still given some leeway to learn the tricks of the trade of the family. While tantrums of elder daughter in law are often discarded as regularity, tantrums of young one surely get more attention. Having said that, older one still commands more respect and power than the younger one.
While on the roads, you feel like Toruk Makto who is riding on the great Toruk (remember James Cameron’s bollywood style romantic sci-fi Avatar which made a fortune). When you are diving the older car, you are so much in control that you feel like you are riding on the baddest ass in the sky and own it. You see a gap and can drive through it blindfolded. You see a turn and immediately know the radius at which you should be turning without banging the car somewhere and yet not let the biker coming from behind take the slightest of space to overtake your car. Forget the bike, you cannot let any car overtake your own unless you know the market value of the other car is 200% or more than your car. You can parallel park it without any hiccups. You have become such an expert that you start to even optimize the parking space. You are the king.
With new car, it is totally difficult. You feel like Satyen Kappu who has three young, beautiful daughters and lives in the neighborhood of the Shakti Kapoors, Rupesh Kumars, Prem Chopras, Amrish Puris and ilks. You realize beauty is a cruel mistress. The bold and expert driver in you transforms into a timid father whose sole objective is to save his daughters from these villains. Every time you take it out on the road, all you do is to save it from getting hit/dented/scratched by the all others on the roads. Everyone seems like a lunatic driver who ,if you introspect, is no different from you your self in your older car. You are always over cautious in your radius calculations. Even though the newer car has more power, you avoid using it in the interest of safety.         
It goes on. Till the first dent. Then it changes. With every dent, you become bolder and less timid. Slowly, this new daughters in law starts reaching the similar status which can be termed as “old enough to not to be called new”. Soon, the new car is termed as the second car.
The cycle is quite likely to be repeated once the new daughter in law comes in the family.
Till then, I shall pray for the safety for myself, people on the road and my wife’s kidney.         

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