Category: Op-Ed
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The Paradox of Human Spirit
It was early. In fact, for a tonic winter morning, it was really early. And for a nocturnal man like me, it was really, really early. Not that I wake up late, but let’s just say that at 5 am, it’s best not to engage me in generic prattle. But it was strangely different this…
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Blame the Alcohol
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.
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That Starry Night Memory
I stood at the edge of the lake, about 50 yards from the campsite, and focused my eyes at the limitless night sky. It seemed like the glitter-laden party top that my niece had worn for her birthday had come alive above me.
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The Sound of Music!
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,…
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Everlasting Few Hours
“Thank you very much. I had a great experience.” I sent that message to a local conservationist who I’d met on my visit to Odisha (Orissa at the time) way back in 2007. I took up an engineering project there and decided it would be worthwhile to drive, instead of taking a flight or train.…
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My First Time
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 —…
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Most Alive At The Ragged Edge Of Life
If you enjoy adventures on two-wheels, slushy conditions aren’t painful experiences; they’re joyous instead! The repeated falls, the endless skids, mud coatings all over the bike and the rider — they lend a weird sense of satisfaction. It’s a strange and fulfilling fetish. But it can also be dangerous.
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Rural Lands, Rich Words
The enchanting tales from the deepest corners of the country will echo in the hearts of everyone who reads them
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The Seesaw of Stupidity
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…
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Happy & Sad Presentations
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…
Ashish Jha 