Monday, October 25, 2010

Driving in The Planet of Apes

Driving can be a very liberating and enjoyable experience provided you are driving on empty roads or by the country side and you are not being judged on your skills for simply being a woman. Traffic lately has become crazy and it's not easy driving in urban areas these days. There's a great number of female drivers these days but the perceptions towards them generally remain the same.


It's very funny to see the prejudiced attitudes some men have adopted towards women on the roads. When they see a female driver coming along, they either stop dead in their tracks/keep their distance, let the woman pass (you never know she might manage to damage your car!) or at the other end of the spectrum they put you through all the tests lest you weren't tested enough before being handed out your driving licence. 


Yes driving in this world with all the prejudiced minds and eyes around is no less of a feat for us women. In fact it can be more of a  boot camp session for those who have newly taken the wheels to the road.


I hate to say this but some of the prejudices are justified, at times. I don't mean to imply anything on the women's driving skills. Many of the women are darn good drivers (I wouldn't be writing this if I wasn't one too;) ). 


(Some) women can be very bad and slow with some stuff like over taking other cars (causing lines to form behind them), reverse parking a car and having to cross a busy road just drains the life out of them! But hey everyone shouldn't be measured on the same scale! I know a lot of women who are better at driving then men. 


It's true that nature hasn't endowed women with the best of skills when it comes to driving. Studies have shown that the parietal cortex of the brain, which is responsible for controlling spatial perception, is significantly larger in men than in women explaining why men find it so easy to reverse a car and drive through narrow lanes. 


It isn't a short coming or a disability, just a difference which should be tolerated (but if differences were meant to be compromised on, wouldn't this world have been a better place!) Yes it can be nerve wrecking to be driving behind an exceptionally slow female driver. The curses the poor ladies get! But then the men won't be very pleased either if you make the mistake of EVER over taking them. 


Women generally are more cautious and patient while driving while men tend to be rash and irrational, taking unnecessary risks. Men have 77% more chances of dying in a road traffic accident than women (now what do you have to say to that!).The most poor women do is hit the car into a pole while reversing it or scratch it with a wall when attempting to park in the garage.


Men are always being so skeptical about women driving (so typical) but they themselves can be no less of an annoyance to women too and other men in general.


Let me prove my point by dissecting for you a few male psyches I have observed on the roads over the years and a few handling tactics to go along with them :) :



1. The Cool Dude: Regardless of the car he drives, be it a Honda Civic or an ancient Suzuki Fx, he thinks he's the best thing to ever have hit the roads. Over take his car or cut in front of him, he might think you are trying to hit on him (sheesh!!!). Make the mistake of getting ahead of him and see the ridiculous extent he will go to overtake your car and prove his (so called) male supremacy. Overly inflated egos and easily bruised too.
BEST TACTIC: Ignore him!

2. The Daredevil Motorcyclists: Used to pity them the most but somehow they have ended up being somewhat loathed. Very unpredictable. You never know whats running through their minds. They zig-zag their way between lanes (very annoying!) and will cut in front of you out of nowhere! The most unnerving thing is when they try to get their way across through crevices between lanes at a red signal to get to the front. Stop your car very close to the car next to you or expect a few heedless scratches on your car from reckless biker.
BEST TACTIC: When driving, it's better to have a motorbike at the back of you rather than the front!



3. The Ruffian;Cab/Van Driver: They drive the most tattered of vehicles having the least of concerns for the cars they drive to the cars around them. They are determined to get their way around be it by denting and scratching away your car or by simply running over it! Since their vehicles are already in such shambles, they don't really care what happens to THEIR cars or to others' for that matter. An utter nuisance and ugly specks on the roads (you got to see the cabs in Rawalpindi/Islamabad to understand what I mean)! The rickshaws of Lahore and the Tongas and Qingis else where fall into this category.
BEST TACTIC: Spotted a van/cab?? Make a run for it! It's wise to keep the distance! 


4. The Uncles are just UNCLES!!!: They can be driving the dingiest of Corrolas to the fanciest of Prados. Whatever the car model they move around very guarded as they are confused about whether they are more capable of hurting or getting hurt. Curse aunties the most but pretty much can be aunties themselves. If you are stuck in a long, slow moving line, cursing in your head "might me an aunty!", drive to the front and you'll find much to your dismay/satisfaction (many of the times) an uncle contemplating a u-turn! Most oblivious to the stares, the glares and the honking cars around them, they drive with (as they say in Urdu) apni dhoon mei mast ho kay! (lost in world of their own). 
BEST TACTIC: Let them be!


Once you get the hang of these dominantly prevalent psyches, it's fun to get your way around. And YES you HAVE to get your way around ("ladies first" theory is old story) otherwise you will be left waiting at the crossroads the whole day long! 


Finally cheers to all the ladies out their for making the best of their thicker and smaller parietal lobes. The hooligans the men become on spotting a woman behind the wheels, it's no less than driving in the planet of apes!


Disclaimer: No personal offence intended at anybody. This whole thing was formulated out of pure fun and pleasure and is to be taken in the same light. Be safe. Happy driving.









Thursday, October 14, 2010

12 already!

Seems like only yesterday when mom brought you home. Weighing only 2 kgs,you seemed to be unbelievably tiny. Our grandfather predicted you would hardly survive and live through the low weight and the infections you kept getting every other day. Had he been around today he would have been so proud to see the robust, darling little thing you have grown to be. When once you could easily fit into a doll's cradle, now you are taller than your eldest sister Mashallah!


Happy Birthday Sweetheart our dearest Amal!!


It's a wonder how much you have grown over a span of last few years, from a tiny pixie to our young little princess. Now that I think about it, our lives must have been so dull and boring before you because we didn't have a cute little doll of a clown to return home to. Your silly little antics continue to amuse us to this day.

We all love to boss you around but you always surprise me with patience and generosity you bear it all with. I for one who used to despise puking, pooping,whiny little babies,found myself rushing to your side each morning to disturb you from peaceful slumber and endured with patience all the stinky little packages you had to offer when mom was away.

I wish I could get back the years when I was away just to watch you grow and experience all the precious little moments I've missed. You are growing to be a beautiful human being, so generous and kind hearted. No matter how old and big you grow, you will always be my baby sister the dearest of all!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Eid reverberations...lessons learnt at the cost of 2 litres of Pepsi









The preparations of Eid started out on a low note with floods ravaging the country and hearing bad news all the time. The air just didn't seemed to be right to be festive or cheerful. I tried to get into the Eid spirit by applying henna on my hands much to sisters' surprise, as I have rarely been enthusiastic about the henna applying ritual which has always been a tradition of Eid celebrations. Things seemed to be going pretty well till I dozed off with the tattoo still fresh on my hand and much to my horror and amusement of everyone else, I woke up to a big orange colored splotch on my chin! Thank God the wonders of makeup, the ugly patch was well hidden with my wonder concealer. (Imagine having to walk around with it all day!) 



With the orange splotch forgotten, got to more pressing issues at hand, the ultimate Eid socializing saga. I thought it was a good chance to lighten up a bit and yes collect a few Eidi's (Present money given on Eid). With the spirituality gained throughout the month of Ramadan out the window in minutes, the aunties we visited tried to stuff us with all the Sheer khorma, Kheer, Gulab jamuns, Channa chat ( few delicacies which make up the eid even more special). It was the ultimate task of every aunty not to leave us without us having tasted each single of their savory dishes. The same aunty who used to be lecturing me about how girls should look good prim and petite when I was chubby (beta larkian patli he achi lagti hain) was now constantly pressing me to have something "Uff beta itni kamzor ho gai ho(You have gone so weak) Have some haleem. No? Chalo have some gulab jamun. Atleast have some chana chaat"  The poor soul just wouldn't stop pestering. I wish I could throw up on the her new persian rug just to get across the point how happy I was with my new (somewhat) emaciated self. 


With still a few houses to go to, I badly needed to revise my culinary strategy. Graciously accept whatever drink the host(ess) had to offer (thinking what harm a few glasses of juices or sodas could possibly do me) and politely decline the edibles but who knew what I had gotten myself into! 

Everywhere we went, a glass of Pepsi came staring into my face. I've never been a big fan of carbonated drinks especially the black ones, the most I ever have is to gulp down a steak or big mac. 


But I was fated to one glass of Pepsi after another (so people really did take the pepsi business seriously after all).Oh God the Pepsi karma was getting back to me! During the whole month of Ramadan we had been literally harassed on our TVs by this advertisement in which a lady turns around and says "Kis ne kaha tha Pepsi pe 5 rupay kam kar do" (Who said to reduce the price of Pepsi) (The video is attached for the benefit of those who haven't seen it.) 







Imagine having being hammered with it again and again(though this is much lesser annoying version of the add). The poor soul has been a constant target of everyone's (me included) ruthless mockery and stupid jokes to this day but why did I have to pay like this! 


Anyways, almost 6 glasses of Pepsi later ( that's almost the amount of water you need daily to stay healthy and alive),drenched in the darned soda, I was thankful the Eid frenzy was over!


Mom was reminded she had to visit her uncle whom she hadn't met in a while. I could have gladly stayed at home but no the thought of getting Eidi made me trod along with the group. After all they would be tired after day long of entertaining guests and they would have run out of the day's supply of Pepsi anyways but no it seems "Save Rs 5" opportunity is too precious to let go off that easily. 


Mom's aunt looked hopefully my way (where was that darn Persian rug) "Chal shabash jaldi se pi le mera bacha!" So much for not having the guts to say no...


Lessons learnt:


  • What starts bad is doomed to get worse. (Read: What starts splotchy is doomed to get you choked or even drowned!)
  • I am never going to mock, remotely make fun of someone even if he/she ticks me off to the extent of me wanting to bang my head against the wall and yes karma really does work!
  • Greed comes with a price
  • It's always I who has to pay the price!
  • Saying no is way better than being courteous.
  • I would throw up on a glass of Pepsi and the Pepsi lady anytime, anywhere!
  • Anyone for stupid Pepsi jokes?!