Usually the feminist, I’m always armed with a razor sharp retort to a chauvinistic comment. But when it comes to teasing remarks on women’s driving skills, I’m pretty much defenceless. Like you guessed it, yes, I’m a woman and terrible behind the wheels. But during my visit out of town, I got a chance to go karting. I was really thrilled at the prospect. I will get to sit behind the wheels, drive something that remotely looks like a car and not be bothered by traffic rules and all, I thought. So when my friends suggested go karting as a weekend plan, I was over joyed.
Before setting out, I googled go karting for more insights because I had never thought about a prospect of ever doing it. I knew at the back of my mind that I had to wear a helmet. But only when I saw the pictures, it drove the point home. “Helmet” screamed danger to me. You would wear a helmet only when there is some danger, I thought. But I brushed aside that little fear which was creeping inside me and decided to give it a shot. As soon as I reached there, I saw the instructions. What kind of people read them?, you may ask. People like me read them, I tell you. We are very particular that way. And the instructions I read freaked me out. To begin with they tell us not to PANIC, if something goes wrong. I curse them for letting me know that indeed there is something to panic and indeed things CAN go wrong. The instruction said that if I jam both the break and accelerator together, the clutch will burn out. Okay, I have a problem telling one from another, which would mean that when in doubt I would jam both. And the most interesting instruction was that in case the kart topples, yes topples (thanks for telling me of a possibility that never occurred to me) I shouldn’t try to save myself. I shouldn’t even try to unstrap and get up, instead I should lie there ( in the glorious toppled position) and put my hand up (what if I can’t lift my hand, no one tells me) hoping that someone spots me and rush to my rescue. And I should take extra care that my clothes or hair don’t get tangled anywhere. Those are too many things to take care of. But I tried to be brave and set out.
Few metres into the track and I was hit by a lady-driven kart with such great force that it took me few minutes to figure out what exactly went wrong. But the instruction freak that I’m, I remembered to put my hands up. My rescuer came running to me and enquired what happened. And then I asked myself what exactly happened. Why do I need his help? All I had to do was to get going. But the panic buttons in me were pressed on and I froze. I told the rescuer that nothing went wrong and that I was just scared. And also I just wanted to give up. Yeah, 2 minutes into the track, I wanted to give up. He tried to pacify and cajole me like one would do with a 4-year old. He told me that it was indeed not my mistake and the fault was completely the other lady’s and there was nothing to worry. I liked what he said and decided to give it a shot. Few more metres and I had to turn, but even though I turned the steering wheel, I felt that my kart was making very little progress in the desired direction. I realised that I needed more than a feather touch to steer it the right way. So more power on the kart I decided. But it seemed like my fear drained all my energy off my hands and my feet tapped them all, because I saw my feet jamming down the accelerator with a vengeance. There was no stopping me. I was speeding at a great momentum. I could hear my inner voice telling me “Dammit! Take your feet off the accelerator”. But understandably, my feet were in no mood to listen. Even before I could reason it out with my feet, I went and jammed against the stack of tires that functioned as the track dividers. I did the best thing I could do and put my hands up. Rescue operation began and this time I knew it was my fault. There was no lady around to put the blame on. My rescuer smoothly steered the kart and I was good to go. In a while, I gathered some confidence and self esteem. I did hit around at random karts, got hit by few, had some spells of uncontrolled speeding and moments of panic , but I came out of it alive, unscathed, and most importantly in one piece! Waiting for our own Cochin to introduce go karting for the weekend fun.



Boasting of some of the best players like Iker Casillas, David Villa,Fernando Torres, Xavi Hernández, Andrés Iniesta and many more they are a force to reckon. Precise flicks and passes adorn their play-field, goals are but a fancy for them, but Spanish’s fans have their fingers crossed on hoping that their team’s steam does not fizzle out like before on the World Cup stage.

It should be no mean feat considering the man’s track record and the resources he has at his disposal. Barcelona’s Lionel Messi has won all that can be won at a club, being the 2009 FIFA World Player of the Year, a mean scoring machine, the ball may seem glued to his feet. Sadly the only complaints against him is that he hasn’t been able to emulate his club form in the international stage. If he can find his bearings this year, along with the work-horse of player, Manchester City’s Carlos Tévez and Real Madrid’s hot striker Gonzalo Higuaín Argentina might be able to edge through.

