BMW — you need to read this. And learn.
I have two really, really close friends. You know, the kind with whom you can bare it all. Not the let-go-of-clothes kind of bare. Although there might have been some accidental instances of skin-show on an odd occasion or two.
Continue reading “Blame the Alcohol”
This was a couple of years back. I had a Jaguar F-Type for a week. It wasn’t the drunkard 500-and-few horsepower one. This was the substantially more docile and considerably less-drunk model — the one which is unimpressively called P300.
The F-Type is offered with three power outputs to choose from: 300bhp (from a 2-litre, in-line-4), 450bhp and 575bhp (both from 5-litre V8s).
Jaguar is great in many things but its car-naming division isn’t among them. The different trims of the F-Type are labelled as P300, P450 and P575. Some imagination, eh!
Continue reading “The Sound of Music!”
I am a fully grown, middle-aged man. Back then, I wouldn’t have been any more than — I don’t know — four feet tall, maybe. School was mostly about spending time with friends, playing football and being punished collectively. Standing in the middle of the open amphitheatre — getting roasted in the intense heat — seemed like a good idea. Now, decades later, it seems daft.
Continue reading “My First Time”
I don’t often talk publicly about politics, politicians or the dramas unfolding around them. It’s not because I don’t have solid views or don’t like a debate, but it’s because I like my peace of mind and if you go verbal on social about any such issues, there’s polarity (which is great), constant trolling (which can be entertaining) and threat messages (which is shameful and disturbing).
Continue reading “The Seesaw of Stupidity”
If you’re a motoring devotee, staying in a proper metropolitan city has some advantages. The more exclusive brands — Merc, BMW, Audi, Jag etc — don’t seem all that exclusive, and you can find the rich-and-famous type coming out flashing their Ferraris, Lambos and Porsches at night.
Continue reading “The Supercar, The Fart & You”
I love it when I get a chance to work in industries beyond automotive.
Over the past few months, I’ve been involved in a couple of creative and business pitches on behalf of a global media title that I am associated with as a consultant. The two couldn’t have given me any more a polarising experience than they did.
Continue reading “Happy & Sad Presentations”
To those reading — which is my 13 family members — do you see ‘normalcy’ returning where you live?
In the NCR, things are starting to open up. From my apartment on the eleventh floor, I can see the shops starting to buzz again after this pause of three-or-whatever months. Read More
I own a smartphone. I have a couple of news-feed apps that throw regular notifications. I am absolutely miserably fed up by the daily message that says, ‘India records its biggest one-day rise in coronavirus cases’.
Of course it did, you idiots — India has been ‘peaking’ every day, for several days. This is how things are going to be for some more time to come. We’ve been testing more than ever and cases ought to rise proportionately. So stop with that freaking headline already!
It was a weekend. As was customary, we drove out to a relative’s place.
We reached and warm greetings were exchanged. “Great timing! You must have lunch with us.” I’m still wondering if it was said sarcastically. It wasn’t great timing. It was 11am and lunch would eventually be at around 4pm. You’ll read why.
Continue reading “The Earth’s Fuming. Literally.”
I have a small circle of very close friends. At best, it’ll be a metre across if we stood holding hands. Er. That would be an awkward sight.
Of this circle, one is Kunal. He’s a regular chap with simple needs and doesn’t obsess over much. Other than maybe gadgets. He’s been a tech developer, a tech journalist and is now Product Director with a leading tech firm in foreign land. But beyond his enthusiasm for technology, he’s rather simple.
Continue reading “Beyond Vanilla; Maybe Blueberry?”