Driving towards your inner-self I have been thinking about this since quite sometime but I never voiced my opinion about it, thinking it’s not too relevant.
However I feel it’s not too irrelevant also, I am sure most of you might not find this article interesting, but I hope there would be few (or very few) who would understand what I mean.
Let me begin now.
I started driving many years ago, my father taught me to drive in his own Maruti 800 car which he loved dearly. But since he wanted me to be independent and he didn’t trust the professional driving schools, he decided he will teach me on his own. That was a stressful time, because my dad had less patience for my mistakes and I was desperate to learn. I loved the feeling of driving a car on my own, I had seen women driving on the TV and I simply loved the way they would just make their machine follow their commands. Looking back at it now, I cherish those days of sweat. Earlier when I learnt driving it was just a means to commute, without being dependent on anyone. But with time I realized it’s much more than that.
Today, I find that driving helps me discover my own inner self to me.
In my daily routine I don’t drive long distances; it’s rather a very short distance that involves a 20-25 minutes drive during peak traffic hours.
There are days when I hate the traffic around me, but such days are very few. I mostly love to be out driving, I would say simply driving and watching the world around me. The world that’s full of different kinds of people, some who are in 2 wheelers when the weather is harsh, some in expensive cars wearing international brands, some who are walking and some begging.
Over the years it has made me calm, and helped me become a better individual.
There are times when I am upset, and I leave home in a bad mood. But when I sit down in my car and place my hands on the steering wheel I feel my world is in control. And I am the one who is controlling it. This makes me feel so much more positive.
And then I go out in the world again – sitting inside my protected shell. This shell is the cabin of my car. I listen to music here, at times sing songs, or sometimes talk to my own self…but whatever I do I know I am protected here. It’s my space and it’s my world. Even though this small world of mine is a part of a much bigger world, yet its my space. And it’s a space that’s giving me a chance to see around me, to learn from my surroundings.
At times driving for me is “Divine”.
There are bad times as well, when I leave my home or office in a much calm mind and get perturbed by the people on the road. I see rash drivers on the road, inconsiderate men who try to behave badly with women drivers and animals that die on the roads because of human negligence. It upsets me for a while, and I get into a kind of rage – I take some time and then get back to myself. After a while it makes me more tolerant towards the world. It makes me feel that everything happens for a reason and things finally get balanced out in the end.
What works best for me when I need to talk to people on certain serious issues is a drive. I ask them to join me for a drive, and I try and talk about things that need a better and an open perception.
I guess everyone has his or her own way of connecting to their inner self. For me, driving does that magic most of the times.
I wonder if is it’s the same for all of you out there, but if its not – I suggest you give it a try! |