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Taming the Monsters


Finally my wife is demonstrating some keenness and motivation to learn to drive. She has realized its importance and understood that learning to drive is not only useful, but it is must in today's city life. 

And that's why she has expressed her interest to join driving schools in Thimphu. This makes my work much easier because I came to the conclusion from others' conclusions that letting your spouses get trained at driving schools is the best option. Some people cautioned me that if one wants to fight his wife then he needs to try teaching her how to drive. And I don't want that to happen. 

Driving is so much like love-making that it comes so easy to the experienced, but very difficult to teach someone. In that sense driving institutes do better job. I do not want to screw my good relationship, which has been nurtured over a long time just over a driving lesson.

But the humor aside, yes I am enrolling her in a driving school. And the hunt has started. And look what one of my searches had given me. This is the monster with which some of the trainees had to deal with. I wonder how many drivers this monster would have produced!

Driving is both pleasurable and risky task. It takes you to different places, including the death. It is a sacred experience and one has to learn it with great devotion and determination. 


I think the authorities need to monitor the quality of cars used at the driving schools and people who train the aspiring drivers. 

Can anyone with a driving license and some old used Maruti 800 open driving schools? People should look beyond money. This is not a business in the strict sense of the term. Making money comes in the process, but that should be the byproduct of the services that they offer. 

People who open driving institute should invest in better facilities and provide their customers satisfactory services. I have heard from friends how the car that they were learning to drive in would suddenly break down in the middle of the road and they would end up pushing it all the way to the workshop and classes would be cancelled until that car is back on the road. She has quit her lessons. 

But my wife still needs to learn how to drive. 



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