Driving: My Passion, My Dream

 
If I were a boy, I’d become a driver because driving seems like the best profession in the whole wide world. I’ve always envied a driver more than a doctor but for the life of mine I could never afford to buy a car for myself neither had I the privilege to learn.
Knowing to drive must be loads of fun; seriously I fail to understand why some people hate driving or why big shots need drivers to drive them around the city or to work. If only I knew driving, I’d drive, drive and drive. If I had money I’d rather invest in cars than in real estate properties.
At this stage of my life, I deceive myself by thinking I’ve achieved the very basic necessities of life except maybe a car to complete the cycle. If I were to die in a couple of months, the first thing on my bucket list will be driving.  To me driving is like craziness, I totally adore it and it’s going to be stuck with me for a long time to come.
Now that I come to think of it, car loan is the sole reason why I joined a bank instead of the civil service, in the first place, since bank employees can avail car loan at 5 %. If only I could own a car by myself I wouldn’t have to rely on others to learn driving. As it is people are quite reluctant to lend their car for learning purpose because many believe new hands are not good for their car. As much as I love driving I’ve this wheel phobia equally (whatever the technical term for this is), but it’s not going to stop me from pursuing my dream, come may hell or high-water.
While walking to office in the morning, I envy every driver on the street that sweeps by me, that I’d so consumed by greed by the time I reached my office. For me, the greatest possession of any man, is a car (s), although almost every Bhutanese buy car (s) on car loan provided by the banks.
I just can’t wait for my probation period to get over so that I can avail the car loan too. Doesn’t matter how big or small, which brand, as long as it has 4 wheels, mobile and can take me to places?
Having learned absolutely no driving till date, I’m little skeptical of this car craziness; whether I’d ever learn or if I could afford, of accidents, of license etc etc…but come on, let me think of all these things in future. For now, I need to reassure myself that I can do it if million others can….

My Current Affairs

Waking up in the morning seems like a toughest thing, at least in the morning. You head feels like hundred kilos and you wish you could sleep for couple of hours more but can’t really do so because there’s always an office to go to and work to be accomplished. Though weary of the mere thought, you drag your heavy drugged body out of the bed and head for the bathroom. As soon as you splash a handful of cold water on your face you are jostled by reality so hard that it comes in full swing to you, then comes the problems associated with it. That’s when you begin to think of the day ahead; work pressure and domestic and personal problems and then you wish you could collapse on the bathroom floor and die in peace there.

Office work can be compared to household chores, how much ever you do today; same amount of workload can come up the next day as well. There are always so many issues to resolve, last minute problems that need your immediate attention. You get so engrossed in your work that it’d be lunchtime before you realize the time, yet you can’t exactly skip your lunch because your empty stomach hollers for it. Lunch is always a hurried procedure since there is personal work to be attended to because you can’t bunk your office for personal needs.

With the lunch break over you resume your work and mull over it for hours before you realize it’s dark outside and time for you to leave. As soon as you reach home you’d feel like stretching your cramped muscles, rest your tired exhausted body or even take a nap but where’s the time? Dinner is awaiting your arrival, all set to be prepared. Now who says cooking is a pleasure, that you’d enjoy doing it? You only cook because nobody else is going to do it for you. There are dishes to be washed, curries to be prepared, floor to be swept and other basic necessities to be done. You’d be so tired after doing all that it’d be after midnight when you eventually retire to bed then there’s always a romantic novel to keep you awake all night. At the end of the day you realize that you wasted away all day doing nothing significant, one precious day of your life is wasted just like that and yet you couldn’t have hoped to do more because you have only 24 hours in a day just like the guy next to you. Likewise everyday is spent, doing the same old things, learning nothing new and leaving you vaguely dissatisfied and regretful.

Yet your financial problems are never far from your mind. The salary you get at the end of the month may seem like a huge amount to someone but you could finish that in the in no time and there’s no extra source of income. You have few expectant faces relying on you, so many ways to spend money, so many people to spend on but all you could ever do is to wish and to dream, yet you are scared to dream for the fear that dream may not materialize. And so and so the problem list is endless that makes you wish if you could escape to a very far away land.

Sometimes you become so engrossed in your problems and thoughts that you forget to call up friends, socialize that you lose your touch with the world outside. Yet all your week days are spent with trifle things and kept you so busy that you’d be looking forward to a quite Sunday, all day in bed but when the day dawns, you are awakened by the shrill ringing of your cell phone because you forgot to switched it off the night before, people needing your favors, help etc that takes away the much awaited sleep. The day is over before you know and your plan to sleep off the day has failed to surface yet again.

The next morning you are in office before time just like any other day except, this morning you have Monday-morning feeling hanging in the air around you. That’s when you know how futile and vain this recycle of life is.