Privileged License
Mom at what time father left the house. She
replied an hour ago my dear son. I just looked at the wall clock and looked at
the entrance. I was eagerly waiting for my father’s arrival, you know why? He just
went to buy a new Hero Honda bike from the shop. After a while I heard the
hooting of horn. I ran towards the entrance and saw the bike and became
awestruck. The bike was driven by the mechanic, what about my father? My father
was a pillion rider. You might wonder why my father had not driven the bike, because
he did not know bike driving.
Toastmaster of the day, fellow toastmasters
and distinguished guests. Good evening!
During my school days, I was a person who used
to bargain with my father for doing errands to give his bicycle for while. Even
though I did not know to ride a bicycle, I used to move it by walking. So
obliviously I did not know how to drive our new bike. What a pitiable thing. But
every day I had a dream of driving the bike. I had said to all my friends that
we bought a new bike. The first question they asked me was about the experience
of driving the bike. When I told the real situation to everyone they made fun
out of me because they knew how to drive a bike.
I had a deep discussion with my father
about our future endeavor of driving our new bike. At last we requested my
cousin to teach us driving and he heeded to our requests. It was pleasure to drive
a new bike? When we rode the bike, every one’s eyes were riveted on our bike
and including beautiful girls. What more was needed for a poor young boy than
the glance of a beautiful girl.
Generally people used learn driving using
old bike than they will go for new bike but we were learning the driving using a
new bike so it made others to feel panic. Many times we use to fell down from the
bike, the persons nearby gazed us as we spoiled the new bike. From their look
itself we understood their anguish, even though they knew to drive, they didn’t
have a bike.
My father and I applied for driving license.
We had daily self training sessions both in the morning and evening. After having
enough training we both appeared for test on same day. The day before the test,
I went to the place where the driving test used to conduct and watched how
others were taking the test. The same day at night, we filled two litres of
petrol and trained vigorously for nearly three hours by practicing the sign of
8 in the designated area.
I took leave for the college and my father took
leave for the school as he was a teacher.
On the eventful day my mother got up early in
the morning and performed heavy pujas for us to pass the driving test and just before
we leaving our house my mother performed aarathis and applied holy powder on
our forehead. My father and I promised her, we will return with success. There
were 10 persons who came for the test. When I was asked to perform, initially I
started well, when I entered the area of the 8 sign, I fumbled and failed to
use the clutch while slowing down. I literally stumbled and stopped the bike
then I perceived my result very early. Some of the persons who were waiting for
the test got nervous and some laughed as it might not happen to them.
The same history repeated for my father
also. Finally we both successfully failed. When we reached home, we were quite
ashamed to face my mother. After observing our successful failure, my mother
suggested that my father and I should not appear for test on same day. From that
moment, we realized the importance of time and the time would not be favor if we
both attend test together. So I did a lot of causal analysis for the failure
and came to the conclusion that I should not do more practice. Because we had
to drive just for 5 mins. So the actual need was mental strength.
So I took a limited training and reappeared
for the test and successfully got the license. But my father lost confidence in
getting the license and approached a driving school and again appeared for the
test, but this time again he fumbled and literally stopped the bike. But he got
the license as he applied through the driving school. But one thing I want to
confess is, while signing the license document the traffic inspector told to my
father that I am signing this document against my conscience.
My license endeavor taught me the important
things in life : We should have full concentration on whatever we do and we
should not overdo simple things. It is not about what we have matters It is all
about how we use it matters.
Over to TMOD.
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