The Driver!!

Of late I have been feeling rather insulted. It is because of me being visualized as/referred to/addressed to as a driver, either consciously or unconsciously. It might seem trivial given the fact that I love driving more than any other activity that might or might not be existent in my life.

Instances like friends (or some people who I thought I could refer to atleast as companions) asked me to come out only because they knew that they would have a trouble free commute made me feel real bad. Then there was an ex to who at the end if I think now, I was just another friend who would pick her up and drop her at her place. Members of the community who would appreciate my availability to my parents as a driver. Parents of friends who call me when they need to be dropped some place because their own kin is busy or is elsewhere slogging away!

The major blow came when the uncle next door wanted to go to an art exhibition. (No disrespect meant, uncle, I am sure you didn’t mean it. This is just what I felt!). As is usually the case, uncle wanted directions and he came to my parents who are ever ready to go all out and help and finally to me for I am always so available (I was working from home). After the directions were given with minisculian details, uncle started dropping hints about how it was hot and how he would have invited my parents to join him if it was otherwise. Now you would think what is wrong in that. Well here is the screwed up part. Uncle and anyone who knows this very nuclear family of mine can blindly say that if Mr. & Mrs. Kundu are venturing to some destination far off or to unknown then Rony is sure to be driving them to it. I felt he just wanted a free ride. This he could have told me and I would have gladly taken him to where he wanted to go but he chose to tread a path which hurt me real bad.

Now I am get very conscious. There is a voice in my head which asks me if the person is asking me to come over and meet him/her only because it is the easiest way to get a chauffeur driven vehicle with no hassle. It has become so much so that I feel that even my parents have started to make plans and ask me if I am free or not later. Yes they are cautious to throw in a line saying – “if you are busy, lets drop it!”. Which rarely happens!

I still love driving but I am starting to love it when I do it alone!!