“Do you think the truck driver knows theory? You will learn by pure practice” Probably these are the enlightening words that are responsible for me to be driving in Mumbai today. I would have probably not ventured to learn to drive if I was not going to Australia; people told me if I did not learn to drive, I would not be able to move around. Taking this as a cue, I started, probably like most of us in India, by going to a driving school to learn to drive a four wheeler. It was a 2 weeks, 5 days a week, 30 minutes a day crash course in one of those Maruti 800 (I am sure you guessed right; there were no Santro's, Indica's then) which was not easy to handle. I figured out that I need to call my driving teacher “Master” and butter him with the hope that he would teach me a trick or two or atleast not not say “you do not know how to drive”. It was time for getting the license. Come at 1000 and you need to give a test. I am not too confident, having always driven in the comfor...