It is nice to look back to those days, sitting behind the wheels and learning those initial driving lessons. We all might have done some stupid mistakes , irrespective of how expert we are today. Let share those moments here, for some fun and for some knowledge. Let me start my experience. I got my driving lessons from Hyderabad. My first lessons were on an Ambassodor with four wheels and a wheel in front of the driver’s seat known as steering. The driving lessons that I had till that day was a linear extrapolation of the knowledge that I got from the scooter(Kinetic Honda). The other idea that I carried with me was that we need to rotate the steering left and write, typical way the old hero’s use to do in 70’s and 80’s. I remember the Malayalam movie ‘Madanolsavam’ in which throughout the entire song the hero was driving a fiat Padmini constantly rotating the steering in a periodic motion. So my first lesson was to realize that you need not to be a body builder to control the steering, but leave the steering and control it whenever it is needed. Soon I got a license to to do nothing. It was the worst of worst training that I got in that class. Since I was a student at that time only thing possible was to practice in dream. So I have driven(in dream) Zen, Uno and whatever available on road those days. After Kinetic Honda a Bajaj super came to my life. Then a Bajaj CT100. After Hyderabad my Bhubaneswar days were in CT 100. Mastered speed drive in CT 100. No accidents or any hit. Thank god. CT100 was enough to explore the little planned city Bhubaneswar. My actual car driving was learned in a Zen(old model) in cochin traffic whelp of a driver. The zen was without power steering and helped me to master the steering control. My first car I bought when I was in Chennai. A M800 with Madurai registration from TVS Mylapoor. I went with a Mechanic. Brought the car to Madyakilash, did puja and the mechanic dropped me near my house, I sat, first time without a second person in a car. Started the engine. Vinayagha was not happy in my Puja. The car was not starting. First car in my life, not starting. Called the mechanic. I pushed the car with the help of other two persons. Mechanic told that battery problem. Next day taken it to TVS. The problem was with alternator. They changed it (free). Adayar traffic was a test for me. The biggest problem was to understand the roads.I cannot forget crossing traffic signals in Anna Salai. Every time, with my bad luck, I when I will be just crossing the road, green turns to yellow and in confusion, whether to continue or stop , the car will fail to reach the other side before red comes. The police will come with a happy face with two option. “ Do you want bill or want to settle it without bill”. Former option will have other legal complications also. So I used to opt for the latter solution. Soon my 800 started emitting white clouds. My choice was a failure. Exchanged the car with a almost new alto in 2005(2004 model)from TVS. This is the car in which I learned all my basic lessons, in chennai traffic, without even a single scratch. I go some scratch once a parked bicycle fell on it. My long drive in that car was the Chennai-Banglore-Mysoor-Chennai with 5 adults and a child. That year was a testing one for the alto. Chennai got frequent heavy rains and I learned all the skills to overcome all kind of difficult situations. Many times the alto was almost half covered in pool of rain and drainage water, between Thiruvanmiyur-Tidel park stretch. I consider Chennai traffic as my real Guru. In 2006 I shifted to Goa. Taken Alto to Goa from Chennai. That was a wonderful trip. Goa with comparatively less traffic was a cake walk and mainly used to polish what I learned from Chennai. Chennai gave me the lesson how to pierce forward through heavy traffic . Without that lessons, that Chennai had taught me, I couldn’t have enjoyed my Punto the way I enjoy now.