My car bears an eternal dent on both sides of it; visible
ones. One on the front left door and other on the right back door near to the
tail lamp. I have been living with it for the past 2 years or so. Neither do I
find the necessity to repair it nor do I have the means. Now that I am away
from my car and because it lies untouched for months together, I take my car
whenever I am at my home town to all social gatherings. Being the introvert I
am, I find my ‘handicapped’ car a good ice-breaker. People measure me up with
the physical status of this car and ask what happened. Then I would start off
with a story which has been repeated like a million times.
Some people offer me suggestions about I should get it
changed immediately and that they know this friend’s friend who knows a
mechanic’s uncle and suggest me to take my car to the workshop to get it right.
I politely nod along. When this suggestion and advice goes beyond a point I
would say, I have no problem in driving my car in this condition, If somebody
has a problem, that is not my problem, and let them better live with it.
I don’t know why people are so obsessed with the external
appearance of their cars. As far as I am concerned, I need a car to commute
when it is raining. Ofcourse now I have put
my car to better use. It serves as a goods carrier – transporting coconuts, jackfruits
and other stuffs from our (say) farm to home. I would readily offer my car to
anyone who would want to fine tune their driving skills, although they might
feel shy to drive around.
Well, I might give my car a facelift – but somehow I presume
few more bruises are on the way and I would address them all together. Three
main reasons for my not maintaining my car properly: one, I don’t get enough
time spent at my native, where my car rests; two, I don’t have enough money to
get it done; and more importantly three, I don’t care.
