Neighbours.

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This is a photograph of a real driving school located just opposite to my residence and I see the owner/instructor every day as also some of his students on and off.

A regular feature of this driving school is the very obvious discomfort shown by some actors that I can observe from my veranda but cannot hear.

When the instructor is punctual, the student is sometimes delayed and the former frets and fumes. There are other occasions however when the student lands up only to find that the instructor is either away instructing another student or has not yet turned up. The student in turn frets and fumes and very visibly gets agitated. Waiting for a few minutes the student inevitably leaves the vicinity and the frustration can be very visible. The dance takes place when the instructor almost always lands up no sooner than the student leaves, only to be told by the watchmen located just a few feet away from the board that the student had come and had just left, leaving the instructor much annoyed and frustrated.

Apart from this particular drama another kind also unfolds in the mornings on some days. Three of my neighbours have school going children.  Each goes to a different school but the pick up point for all for their respective school buses is just near this sign board.

The drama is when the bus comes and the child has not yet come.  The driver, honks his horn looks up and down to see if any signal comes from some balcony and after a few moments, moves away.  Within seconds of the bus leaving, the child will appear at the spot and frantically ask the watchman if the bus has come and gone!

In the alternative, the child will wait and the bus will not come for some time after its due time.  The child will go home and get one parent to take it to the school.  No sooner that departure takes place, the bus will arrive!

Real life entertainment for me for which I don’t have to pay for the pleasure of viewing.

This week’s Friday LBC post topic was suggested by me.  I had something else in mind when I suggested that topic but I thought that my readers will find this post more amusing.  Please visit Shackman and Pravin to get their points of view on the same topic.

Driving Licence.

Validity of my driving licence expires today. I was alert enough to have gone through the process of applying for renewal a month ago and so now it is valid till December 5. 2020. While normally the validity period is for ten years, for senior citizens we have to get medically examined and certified to be fit enough to drive every five years! I am glad that the system has agreed that I am fit enough for that onerous chore.

This whole renewal process has got me reminiscing about my driving licence. While I was driving around without a driving licence from about sixteen years of age, I got my official driving licence only in 1962, when I was a few months short of 19 years old. Between 1972 and 1975, I was driving around without a valid driving licence and thank God, did not get involved in any accident or mishap. I discovered that my licence had expired three years after the event and had to get a new licence issued after some wire pulling and also paying a hefty fine. Since then however I have been quite prompt in renewing the licence on time and am happy that I did this time too.

driving signals

When I tell younger people about the tests that I had to take before I got my licence, like sticking my arm out to signal turns, slowing down, stopping etc, they look at me with total disbelief! We did not have turn indicators or if we had, they stuck out of the pillar behind the front door worked on a lever system!6a00d83452989a69e2017615215cab970c-800wi

The inspectors were martinets and most of us failed the first time we appeared for the tests as I did too.

It is however nice to be able to tell people that I have a driving licence issued in my name before their parents were born!