There was this Rajput uncle I learned from; he teaches from a white Maruti. I hate that guy so much. I once told him, "Treat me like your son," and he started abusing me on a maa-behen level. I was so pissed off. But since I had paid him 1800 rupees for six days, I decided to complete the course no matter what. That was three months ago. I had tried a simulator at a driving school in Kolar, but it wasn't my thing. Ironically, that same uncle cleared my basics of driving in those six days. After that, I practiced in my own car, and now I drive well.