Dear Jen Have I told you about my hometown? Have I told you about Nashik? It’s a small non pretentious town that lies east and north of much bigger towns of Mumbai and Pune. Sure, it is making an attempt fit in with these sister cities but that has never been on its priority list.[…]
The interviewer is sitting opposite the subject. The room is mildly lit but not dark. The ambience seems very blah. Initial pleasantries have finished. The interviewer now wields a pen and paper while the young subject straightens up in the chair. “So, you think you are ready?” “Yes, I have been feeling it for a[…]
“Tonight this fool’s half way to heaven and just a mile from helland he feels like going home”Bruce Springsteen (Almost) Like clockwork, I would grow grumpy on the day of departure from home. In all the four years that I spent at College of Engineering (Pune) Hostels, each time I left home (Nashik) to go[…]
Like in any excessively priced coffee shop, the coffee was served cold or lukewarm, at best. Yet I was a regular there. I think I went for the ambience or perhaps for no justifiable reason at all. Despite it being winter, there was a fair bit of sunshine outside that Saturday morning. My constant looking[…]
Hello. My name is VIN# 0101200601, but my owner likes to call me his Chevrolet Corvette. Sometimes, he calls me his baby and I let him. I like the times he shows affection towards me. I am a 2006 Corvette Zo6. My engine provides me with 505 horses and with my six speed transmission I[…]
He let it lay unattended for quite some time and that did it. After a long, purposeful simmer, wonderful syrup was made. The wine, brown sugar, butter and caramel slowly came together like long lost lovers and became homogenous nectar. And every time he needed it to top a desert he poured it straight from[…]
I met her on the Plane to Frankfurt. She was German, yet she was cute. Her name was Jennifer but she told me that I could call her Jen. I told her my name was Dushyant and she could call me anything she wanted. She insisted that she call me Dushyant. Her glasses did not[…]
Racing TSX’s at the Mid Ohio Race School Hold the revs Drop the clutchSmoke the tires Now, wide open throttleThe start finish straightIt is the Turn one approach Entry, apex and exitIt all matters nowFeed the steering, slowly The yaw buildsSteady state transientsThe rear steps out, rather quickly So, react. Counter steer.Not too muchTurn two[…]
This was then I can see what you are doing. You are letting us know slowly that you are on your way here. Don’t think I don’t see you. To begin with, you drop our ambient temperatures. There were in the seventies only a couple of weeks ago and now within ten days you have[…]
Despite my passive attitude towards the color brown, I must admit I was completely taken over by the persistent desert hues of the Anza Borrego Desert in South East California. Weather forecast that spelled cloudless skies with 100 degree plus dry heat had me worried. The wind made it worse as it only circulated hot[…]