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Unlicensed

As you may know, if you've been reading my blog , I started driving classes more than a month ago. I've been going for classes ever since then fairly regularly with a few missed classes here and there.

Anyway, my driving test was on Wednesday. For which I was supposed to present myself at the driving school at nine thirty which I did. And we set off in a sumo for the RTO at Mumbai Central. It was a rainy day and the entire time we were there, it poured. After waiting for a couple of hours, 8 other people from my driving school and me were given our forms and taken to an office, where we were made to submit our forms.

And the next thing I knew, they told me that the test was done with, passed had been written on the form without any actual test being conducted. And I would get my license in a couple of days, which I did today.

And I for one, am extremely disappointed by the whole process, it strikes me as really sad that this is the system which we're living in. Imagine if I turn out to be another Alistair Pereira, irresponsible and a bad driver, the drinking is something else, whatever had happened might not have happened, if only someone had taken my test and I had perhaps failed it or been made it to give it again.

As of now, I have no idea what kind of driver I am, until my dad gives me a chance to drive his car. I don't know whether I'm good or bad. Whether I have judgement and road sense or not. I would have liked feedback, whether positive or negative and if I had failed the test, I would have felt bad but perhaps not as bad as I am feeling right now knwoing that I didn't even give the damn test which would have taken all of 10 minutes and which I'd have gracefully sacrificed.

And now, that I've gotten my license I can only hope and pray that the license was well-deserved.

Comments

Perakath said…
A licence in India is a formality, especially if you go through a driving school, as can be seen from the MORONS on our roads. I went it alone (i.e. toutless), and trust me the "test" is hardly a test of anything other than whether you're capable of shifting up to 3rd gear and back into reverse.

Congrats anyway, and remember what Mr Miyagi told Daniel-san in the original Karate Kid: "Just remember, licence never replace eye, ear, mind." (Or similar!)
Over Rated said…
Happens everyday. And sadly, people who don't go through touts don't pass the test. I share your outrage. I even have an unpublished post on the topic. :P
homecooked said…
It happened to me too. I wanted an IDP when I came here and took classes for a month and got a license withouth actually giving a road test in Bombay. But in Pune they were quite strict. Why did u go all the way to Bombay Central? Isnt Andheri RTO close to your place?
small_town girl said…
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small_town girl said…
why thing like that never happen in my life? for my test, i had to do the whole H thing, and again the road test with questions while i was busy driving. actually i took the test only coz i had joined the driving school and paid them. after joining i realised driving is not for me as long as there is a clutch and gears. it has been 1year and the only use i have my drivers licence is for id proof.
Xorkes said…
i dont have a license yet.. sad!!

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