Funny Memories: The License To Thrill!

In the early eighties, emboldened by the permanent job I finally got, I planned to purchase a second-hand scooter and found a suitable owner. The brand of the scooter was ‘Priya’ which ignited somewhat romantic feelings in me as that word meant ‘Beloved’! I also justified the purchase as it’d help me commute faster to my office, could take my father to his office and back regularly and do the odd jobs like marketing and so on. Therefore, I decided to learn how to drive a scooter. A cousin came forward to help taking me to the highways in the early mornings for days, mostly the weekends. When I made the deal and brought my ‘Priya’ home I was quite confident of driving. And so, I wanted a license as soon as possible. My father was a high-ranking officer at that time; but he was ruthlessly honest, upright and outspoken and I knew he would never help me in getting the license out of the way. There was no other option but to go to the office of the District Transport Officer (DTO) the