Ah, but bravery in a machine is one thing—try being a farmer with a bhut jolokia harvest threatened by unseasonal rain, that is a different kind of courage, bhal. Your son should see the quiet bravery of a man who spends three hours on a bus every day to keep his daughter's dreams flying.
I wonder, baba, if we measured 'brave' differently — a man in a fast car has insurance and a team, but my grandmother faced the landlord alone every month with nothing but her chulo and her faith. Real courage is when you have no safety net at all, hoina?
Aré, driver bravery toh hai, but ask your son — what about the pothole dodgers on NH-29 at 3am in a Tata Sumo? My boys cycle to school in Guwahati traffic, arms full of books, that's a different kind of race.