A dent in the heart!

A bad day…. or may be the worst day so far.  I just want all of you to  yell at me. 

Cars were never facinating to me, although, i forcibly became member of freaky car fan’s club.  I have no brother or a car frenzy father, who could have probably ignited interest in me about cars.  Whatever i knew till my marrige, was  the four wheels and a metal body with seats and a very very status oriented and fun to drive thing. 

Things changed, and my hubby dear looked like a president of that car fan’s club.  To my amusement, he could name all the cars on the tracks(now i know all kids do that, but i wasn’t aware then).  Still i was always away from this  kinky business.  Gently and unknowingly, i was one of them, in span of three years. 

Things changed better,  I got a license in qatar by passing the first test which was a  uphill battle.  The next day, to much of my excitement, i could drive a brand new Honda Civic from the showroom all by myself, upto the porch.  The car was bought with lots and loads of dicussions over  a month, after we lost our astra to a freaky but a terrible accident.  The experience of driving a new showroom car in a different country to me was something ultimate so far.   I was in the air, though, i was drenched in sweat for that five minutes drive.  The dream was, one day just zip across the strees of Doha, at highest speed possible wearing a black gorgles and a black dress.  Nothing of that sort hapnd, apart from escaping few hair line accidents. 

Then comes, our home land,wild and carefree, careless and disobidient.  I was a proud wife to my hsuband when i took a Tata Safari for a  test drive.  We even thought to go for that.  Some how Ford Fiesta captured us.  We closed the deal spending half a day at  Cauvery Ford. My husband was so so cautious and a careful driver, is cautious with all the things that happens on the world which invloves him.  He takes HIS OWN time in deciding things.  Its a virtue by itself and mistakes will be minimal. 

Some how the struggle we went through at Bangalore over months, in conveyance, fighting and yelling at autos, just showed me the importance of owning a vehicle.  Fiesta is more like a member to our family than a car that is just paked outside.  My husband very soon got good hands on the wheel, who was more worried of the fact that he is not used to manual car with wrong side driving.  He had no alternative other than driving and he took few classes,   slowly but steadily took off to be a meticulous driver i would say.  I am so happy for him.

The story begins now.  I am too jittery, i donno what not i am.  May be i am far more careless sort.  Whatever i am, but i loved this little one, who took us around during bad traffics, awful weather and long drives.  Fiesta just listens to you like your cudley pup or a obidient kid.  The shortest distance this car travelled is dropping my daughter to her school which close to the house, with worst driver like me, it got bruised twice near the front wheel.  I decided not touch, but there was nothing like DONT TOUCH from the owner of the car, i some how sorted the issues between me and mind and started off again.  But today was end of one fateful day.  The car was asked to park at the basement and hight of misguidance from me, made a big dent near the rear door of the car. The dent i just dont forget, i could see that even now when i close my eyes.  Its been too bad for me too take it.  I mean most of you would have gone through that experience .. how could one imagine a big dent of about 5 inches long 1 inch deep, on a three months old Platinum color Fiesta looks like? BAD BAD BAD…. a bad day….