"Yeh kaun sa building hai ji, dekhne me toh kaafi bada lagta hai (Which building is this, it's seems quite big?)", the driver queries. It's the Rashtrapati Bhawan. He peers at the rear-view mirror, "Aur yeh gol wala (And this round one)?" The Parliament. Is this his first time for him in these parts, I ask. "Yes, sirji, I reached Delhi from Hoshiarpur only last night. My brother asked me if I was ready to drive and I said yes." "Haven't you ever been to Delhi before?" "Yes, once for an army recruitment camp about ten years ago. But that didn't work out because my eyesight was bad." So there, the car is virtually driverless. He is just there to turn the steering according to what the lady, very cocksure, on his phone is instructing him, and press the accelerator and brake when need be. He could be driving a cab in Dublin, Dubai or Derbyshire.