Being a Woman & a Car Driver!

The "penner" feels it’s been ages since she wrote something interesting for herself (and for every jobless person who reads her blog!). All she writes now is assignments, term papers, class tests and exams.

Oh! Oh! Wait. Please, stay! Apologies for such an introduction, but you know I am not that crazy to write an article on "how I got back to writing"(or may be I am). At least, I have tried (and tried harder every time) to be a responsible writer.

Please Note: I love abrupt starts. A major consensus amongst Homo sapiens sapiens all over the world is that women are bad drivers (and today’s blog post is as exciting and controversial as this fact itself). Your diplomatic, feministic viewpoints on the subject are of a little help (since even women tacitly believe they are bad drivers! This issue is “seriously” funny!).

I want to share a fresh, funny car driving experience (not that when women drive, there’s anything funny going on) that compelled me to raise my metaphorical sword (forgive me, I call my cute “pen” with that name).

Today when I was driving back home from college, a red color car (with an evil, chauvinistic male driver) just tried to imprudently grab the "free space" in front of my car...the space, which legally and ethically belonged to me (Could you believe THAT?). Besides, it was red light time and changing spots from here and there was sheer stupidity.

Anyways. The point is I didn’t let him do that. I have a certain unsolved issue with male drivers who try to intimidate women by their adventurous car moves and stunts. Not their fault, actually. Women drivers get uncomfortable quickly and automatically with high speeds as well as in cases where another car comes in their car's close proximity (we are referring to a threshold of super low 7.5 feet distance in some cases).

I wasn’t even aware that the battle had started (Holy Moly!). The guy honked uncouthly and restlessly. He gave me angry looks. This was as if his world was shattered after he got defeated by a women driver. To be downright frank, I admire how most men drive cars (and other vehicles). Unlike majority of women, men readily accept thrill and adventure with arms wide open (and that's cool). Women are a little too "safe" drivers, which is annoying at times. That said, rash and risky driving should be saved for emergencies. In general, men need to learn the art of patience!

Okay, Okay. Back to the story! When the lights turned green, that guy tried some crazy, inefficient stuff to overtake my car (unnecessarily indulging in a competition, I'd say!). I want to pause here and tell you that I never, ever let passion come in between reason. But I hate the fact that men have problems in accepting a clean, clear defeat from women, especially when it comes to car driving (damn! I am giving this the status of an international, political debate now).

Seeing unjustified contempt in his eyes, I felt a certain responsibility. It was not about “me” anymore. It was about us, the women. He wanted me to lose because I was a woman (Haww!!! ladki se nahin haar sakte?). It was increasingly about the respect of our sex’s competence. Women become the second sex (borrowed from Simone de Beauvoir) when it comes to a tough sporty activity or operating gadgets or, well, driving cars (why?). Even if 90% men are near-perfect drivers, driving ain’t their sole territory (Yeah, you may bring back some of that feminism at this point).

Fine! I said I am game! I decided to give this guy a car lesson, a tough car lesson. To the guy’s surprise, I had accepted the challenge. I increased the speed of my car (Voila!) and tactically tried to find spots through which I could make my way in the traffic. The battle (road race!) continued for almost 15 minutes. The poor road had become an F1 racing championship ground (and I acted like Jacky Ickx).

It was a life and death situation (LOL No, no it wasn’t. To be honest, I was okay with losing the car race than my life, but still...).

Time to disclose the results of the game. I am not a very good driver, but luckily I had a clear, major victory this time (which is why I wrote a blog on this incident in the first place!). After that, I took a turn in an opposite direction. If you are reading with disbelief now, you are so opinionated. I would have loved to see his sulking face (I am wicked), but the speed of my car didn’t permit that.

End.Of.Game.

The "penner" of this piece has been accused of spreading hatred between both the sexes by focussing heavily on her raw imagination. All this actually stems from a childhood experience, where someone told her that she was a bad driver.