Massa, at USGP Friday morning Practice.(Courtesy : Praveen Chavannavar) Kimi, You and I are over. My trip to the US Grand Prix at Indianapolis this year made it abundantly clear on how big a hole Schumacher had left behind. My heart was plenty saddened by Kimi’s Non-inspired driving and Massa’s talent limited race. Not only[…]
“Stay”, you say. She stumbles and begins to respond. “Stay, Please.”, now you say. It is getting late. The evening begins early with sun just about hovering on the horizon. She and you spend an hour walking aimlessly, both pretending to find something interesting. Each time her hands brush against yours, you skip a heart[…]
You fight it every day. In the way you say your name or sign it. In your voice and the way you tone it. Even more so now, at your quarter life check point, you wage an ever lasting struggle against being just… well… mediocre. From the car you drive to the way you drive[…]
I have been so hardened by the fact that life never hands me what I want at first attempts, that I always count on multiple trips to the mall before I get something I like. But that doesn’t stop me from conjuring grand dreams of perfectly fitting branded denims at bargain prices. I further optimistically[…]
“By the time, I add cream and sugar and walk back to my desk, the coffee is only mildly warm at best. Does the coffee warmer even work?” I started the Monday morning with this rant to my colleague at work. He nodded and said, “But…” I really wasn’t finished complaining. So I simply continued.[…]
My mom would lock the door once and check it thrice (In America thrice is “three times”). While my dad disagreed with this strategy he did prefer it over coming back after driving a few miles. Meanwhile, as they debated, my brother and I would race down the stairs with the car keys in hand.[…]