Jan 30 2007
Csikszentmihalyi’s Flow and a man’s feelings for his car

About 10 days back, I had a minor crunch on my front Swift fender from a speeding TVS fellow near Rammurthy Nagar. And a major loss of gravity and heartburn when I saw the frame sticking out near the left headlight.
I gave the car to the good repair folks at Mandovi, who told me they would pretty much replace the left front panel and repaint the car. I’ve been twiddling my thumbs for the past week waiting for her to arrive, waiting, waiting, waiting….
When I stood in front of my gate waiting for the car to arrive, I had a palpable sense of anxiety, excitement, fear, and that giddy feeling that one gets when there are pheromones in the air. And it was then that I felt - perhaps men do ‘feel’ something about their cars : )
As I drove to the neighborhood supermarket and slowly found my brain and hands and feet connect those many neurons required to drive safely in India, I felt this very simple joy. It was the simple joy one gets out of washing hands and brushing in the morning, or standing in a balcony and feeling the night breeze - that sense that all is right in God’s green earth. I felt peaceful, reflective, and generally content.
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, one of my favorite psychologists and the author of some wonderful books on Flow and Creativity and Happiness has a nice note on how car driving creates a strong sense of flow and control in one of his articles…
“During flow, we typically experience a sense of control — or, more precisely, a lack of anxiety about losing control that is typical of many situations in normal life. This sense of control is also reported in activities that involve serious risks such as hang gliding, rock climbing, and race-car driving, activities that to an outsider would seem to be much more potentially dangerous than the affairs of everyday life. Yet these activities are structured to provide the participant with the means to reduce the margin of error to as close to zero as possible. Rock climbers, for example, insist that their hair-raising exploits are safer than crossing a busy street in Chicago, because on the rock face they can foresee every eventuality, whereas when crossing the street they are at the mercy of fate. The sense of control respondents describe thus reflects the possibility, rather than the actuality, of control.”


