SPEEEED....BASICS!!!

Formula One, abbreviated to F1, and also known as Grand Prix racing, is the highest class of auto racing defined by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA), motor sport's world governing body.

Its headquarters are in Place de la Concorde, Paris. Its current president is Max Mosley.
The "formula" in the name is a set of rules, which all participants and cars must meet.
The sport's title, Formula One, indicates that it is intended to be the most advanced and most competitive of the many racing formulae.

The cars race at high speeds, often greater than 320 km/h (200 mph) and are capable of pulling up to 6 g in some corners. The performance of the cars is highly dependent on electronics, aerodynamics, suspension, and tyres.
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The first Formula One World Championship was won by Italian Giuseppe Farina in his Alfa Romeo in 1950, barely defeating his Argentine teammate Juan Manuel Fangio.
Michael Schumacher and Ferrari won an unprecedented five consecutive drivers’ championships and six consecutive constructors’ championships between 1999 and 2004. Schumacher set many new records, including those for Grand Prix wins (91), wins in a season (13 of 18), and most drivers' championships (7).

Michael Schumacher holds the record for having won the most Drivers' Championships (seven) and Ferrari holds the record for having won the most Constructors' Championships (fourteen).

Jochen Rindt became the only posthumous World Champion after a fatal accident at the 1970 Italian Grand Prix.
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A typical race circuit usually features a stretch of straight road on which the starting grid is situated. The pit lane, where the drivers stop for fuel and tyres during the race, and where the teams work on the cars before the race, is normally located next to the starting grid.
Most of the circuits currently in use are specially constructed for competition.
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2007 Formula One season

The 2007 Formula One season is the 58th FIA Formula One World Championship season. It began on 18 March and is set to end on 21 October after seventeen Grands Prix.
The 2007 season is significant in that it will herald the end of the existing Concorde Agreement between the existing Formula One constructors and Bernie Ecclestone.

MORE WOULD FOLLOW!!!!

If I didn't love you, I woudn't miss you....but I did, I do and I will

She is the most charming and hottest chick I have seen on earth. She is an angel, always high-spirited and lively. She loves being naughty and is honestly curious. She is amazingly confident, fearless and lovable. This is my 7-years old niece Vanshika.

Sober, thoughtful, and soft – He seeks perfection in whatever he does. He is very anxious, observant and far-sighted. His calm and composed nature is what I admire most. He moves slowly and talks cautiously.

That is Navyansh….my 2-year-old nephew.

Missing you both a lot. Adore you both like anything!

"However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship."

There is a very slender delineation between love and friendship. I believe that if you love someone, you may not be that person’s best friend. However, if you are someone’s best friend then you definitely love him or her. This thought makes me value friendship more than love. The love, which comes out of friendship, is always a priced possession. It is free of any commitment and definitely ground for a lifetime relationship.

Happy Birthday "Synergy" - 20th June

I wish Synergy another year of laughter, joy and fun, surprises and love.
From deep within my heart "You mean to me, More than you can know."

It happened to me.....

I unshut a pandora box,
And lo! There whacked out a fox,

I tapped it with my magic stick,
And it danced Dick! Dick! Dick!
As it spinned it became a frog,
And out it went for a jog,

It then squatted on a magic cart,
Which then flipped to a dart,
The dart soared into the sky,
The frog then learned to fly,

When it rolled near the sun,
It shot that with a hand gun,
My eyes opened with that sound,
It was a comic dream, I found!

I had the longing to scribble this down long since it happened. But, somehow could not. Last few days, have been feeling at fault for not penning this down.

A month back, I was returning home by my office bus. It was 7PM. I got down at the bus stop near my house. I was trapped in the best of Bangalore traffic - colossal buses, humongous trucks, flood of cars and bikes and all other the vehicles of the world. As I hasted on the road, I was in my own head trip about what all I need to do when I land home.
Then….I saw him….a drooping old man, with his round shoulders almost hanging down. He must have been somewhere in his 80s. He was aiming to do something which looked unachievable for him….cross the road at that choking hour.

At first, I think I was neutral. For once I thought “Someone would come and help him in sometime, I have to rush home.” However, I could not remain stoic for long. Call it upbringing, education, individual perspective or something else…. “What if no one came to his help?” Some voice from inside said “Ok….I have to go home, but, this will take only 5 minutes.”

So, I went to him and supported him as he crossed the road. It took precisely 3 minutes. He smiled once we were on the other side. And then we both went our own ways.

He could not see properly and he spoke some incoherent feeble words, but I could sense his blessings.

I don’t think I did anything I could be proud off….and this is not an achievement I want to share with the world.
I narrate this because, somehow that old man’s face comes to my mind now and then. And with that come many questions. Why was he there? Why could no one help him? Where were his near and dear ones? Why had they left him alone?

And......

Will each of us be at his place some or the other day?

Write! Write! Write!

What to write? I don't know
When to write? No One knows
Why to write? This I know
Tell me someone...what to do???

A selfish thought.....Save her for myself!!

"We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children."

Today is World Environment day.

Some abstract thoughts in mind put down together say:

Will never the mankind accord the mother?

for she is who is dying now,

its time to clasp her near us,

unshackle her, give her life,

let her abound and wheeze,

for in her every gasp rests our subsistence!

Arriere-pensee....*

A friend, V, has been perpetually seeking an answer to his question he had put to me last week. The question when he puts it up seems plain and elementary. But, the second I think of a back talk, I see the daylight. I feel unqualified to turn up with a justifiable plea. I start to have vibes like he is investigating me, like a criminal. That’s why, I have been side stepping from this session for long. I have been making peculiar, tales - “This is not the right time, not the right place, I have work, you have work” I also prayed that he forgets about the question, but, he does not.

Ok….the question as he puts it is “Why are you doing what you are doing? Why are you doing this job?” Simple!! There are rooted meanings to it though. He feels, I am junking some hidden skill (of which I am completely ignorant and he has been able to discern) in my job. But, I feel what he takes as a talent is just a hobby for me….but yes I am possessive about it. Then, is there a demarcation between these two? I don't know...maybe yes...maybe no!! Also, what’s the big deal about it? Everyone has a hobby….right?

But, my dilemma is that I think it’s essential to answer him.

Am I doing what I want to do? No.
Do I know what I want to do? Maybe.
Do I know how to do what I want to do? NO.

Am I going to use this craft ever? If no, why not? If yes, how and where? Let's be optimistic and discount the “no” part for now and talk about “yes”. So, if I say yes then again, the where part can still be answered, but, how seems challenging, though not unobtainable.

I must decode an answer and then maybe I can full-dress this post.


*an unstated doubt that prevents you from accepting something wholeheartedly.