Flight of hoe...

He was sitting on a bench,put up by bhopal government in front of Chinar park,in a row along the road with trees around and park in the background.It was 11:30 in night..he was driving home and then suddenly he stopped, parked his bike and made himself comfortable on the bench. His eyes were glistening with tears, which he was trying really hard to hide, he didnt even realize that no one is around. He again calculated his age, yes today he has turned 23.
A leaf  crushed under his feet, he diverted his mind there and saw an insect trying to save his life from his tattered shoes which were moving idally..he picked up a twig lying nearby and pushed the insect gentally on the twig, suddenly he saw wings which were folded till now by the insects side, opened up and it flew away in the darkness. Coming back from this stint in fantasy back to his present state he realised , yes wings...this is what he requires to run away from all his troubles.only a pair of strong wings which can hold him up in the air,take him wherever he wants specially away from his present.. he stood up stretched his hands on both sides, started waving them up and down ,fast,then faster..then jumped in the air struggled sometime for the favourable gust of hot air, then away he went, away, far away from all the troubles...............

Photograph by: Werner Vollmayer

Walkin down the vodka lane...

You sad about it? …… a bit…..you liked her? ..…….a bit?.....she liked you? A gigabyte….every man needs that kinda girl…..fuck!! u don’t need that kinda girl…can she indulge u in a conversation?……heehh??


So what the fuck was the outcome of all this….girls are mysterious.. yes they are…..they take your interview…now what ???? Nothing! single ready to mingle and search for a job….and?????nothing I got a girl this caring, she liked me and I ruined it all….but its not official break up, is it???i think it is…or what u say should I call her….not yet?? Abe keyboard todega kya dheere likh…(sound of clicking shots)kiski picture le raha hai itni der se…obsessed with yourself…..unhhuh….look here…what? Click…thanks…idont love her… I love her projection which is in my mind…so now she tried to change that projection and u rebelled?? No!! i very stubbornly have the same projection of her in my mind….tch ch so change it…and make this thing real for her and for yourself…she is under undue influence, some1 else is manipulating her mind….now again you are taking her side that shows you atleast want her safe, so what exactly it is? The guilt factor, you living for yourself or her…hey you shut the fuck this instant man! I don’t want your screwed up opinion,, let me drift wherever life takes me, u get that schmuck!!!

hey easy kay man….easy take it easy……..


jalt jalte rakh jaisi hui hai sari,
khakh jaisi bewajah si umra sari,
kahaaaa chali gayi hai saali khushi........

m finally back fron Delhi...................

Well here I am in a truck in a very spacious cabin with couch like seats ,only if there would have been some cushioning on it.. still,  the feelings were of a poorly maintained caravan with its engine rumbling right under my ass. Four hours ride in the same condition!! the surd driving it had a constant smile on his face which was still visible from under his bushy beard. And the conversation began. “So kiddo(??) Where are u from and later on it moved on to the traffic of the city. He was ranting about all those people who don’t have any driving sense and sit behind an expensive set of wheels, all those car commuters. They drive with their high beam on, on the highways in night, they overtake from left side, never use the indicator, have no lane sense. Well he had all the valid points on the basket but I have been in this kind of conversations with those so called car commuters also and heard their part of the story also. I felt like a refry who is baffled by the situation. Both the contenders had valid points, both had expressed them well. So in the end I did what I usually do. I didn’t pass any judgment. Later the surd finding me boring company switched on the c.d player (yeah he had it in the truck) and the entire cabin filled up with Lavani (local haryanvi songs like bhojpuri songs) I enjoyed the music with two pieces of cotton in my ear and still the music was loud enough to give me an headache. When Agra came I breathed a sigh of relief thanked the surd and made a gesture of shuffling through my pockets he understood and said “no need yaar” and raved away. I could see that lanky conductor hangin on the back of the truck and waving a hand ,his expressions were so sordid the entire journey that I think he was showing a fist not waving a hand. Poor guy, because of me he had to cover an entire four hour journey clinging to the back of a truck like jacko. Anyways I was here ,I looked around…a six lane highway with trucks an fast cars zooming past you, a big sign board courtesy Govt. of Agra which clearly inscribed welcome to Agra. Holy crap I was dropped on the outskirts of the city and now there’s nothing at all which I can take to enter the city, which by looking around I can feel is nowhere in the radius of 3 Kms. Well had no choice at all I hanged my bag on my shoulders and started walking for some miracle to happen ,and a miracle happened a trax stopped in front of me ,the driver had to take a pee I jumped up[ on the opportunity and I was in the trax towards Tajmahal. In half an hour and for 50 bucks(not so lucky this time) I was standing at the gates of the great monument of love, of gravity of the emotions, and suddenly I felt a tug on my shirt ,when I came back to my senses I found myself surrounded by rikshawallas. “Sir u need a tour only for 200 bucks?” I said no and when I was about to enter the gates one guy came and told me “sir today is Friday and the Taj is closed on Fridays if u want I can give u a tour from outside only for 5o bucks. All my energy drained and blood rushed up in my head. I suddenly felt so sick. All this, for nothing. Huh?? 22 years living in India and not coming to visit Agra was itself a shame for me and now this. Now am bloody well in Agra but on a day when you.. the general population cant visit it…Today it is only open for the VIPs

. I should have got used to this VIP funda by now…but the truth is m not. These special reservations, biases, favors they all start up when u take birth in the general ward of a Government hospital. Still adamant I adjusted the backpack and started for a tour round the Taj on my foot (at least saves 20 bucks). Got a glimpse of it from the outer grounds, cursed the Indian government and my luck a bit more and then left to see the Red fort of Agra (something is better then nothing).

Red fort was a real eye feast but the only bad thing bout hangin out alone is that no one is there to take your pics you may also take it as a positive thing cuz for taking pics you need to ask other people to do it for you and that increases your social contacts(??) but that only if you want them to increase. So, for getting you these pics I disturbed few couples, a watchman, a group of friends, faced their insolent looks and ignored what they muttered in reply of my “thank yous.” Tired as hell by 4 in the evening I ran to catch the bus for Indore only to increase my G.K to the extent that the one leaving for Indore was  not before 8 in the night so again I was left in the narrow streets of old Agra with nothing to do and just loiter around and Voila!! This is when I stumbled upon this garage. From outside it was shit dark and I caught the glimpse of a car with mustang looks when I entered the garage it turned out to be PONTIAC!! Al the vintage beauties were parked

here and there in the garage. For few moments I was truly dumbstruck until the mechanic out there asked me, what I wanted. Without hesitation I had my camera out and 

unabashed I asked for the permission to take the snaps of the beauties standing right there in front of me.

Spending almost 2 hours there lost in the mesmerizing exquisiteness of the surroundings made more interesting by the constant commentary of the mechanic who was so enthusiastically telling me about the vintage market of India.

When I looked at the time… Holy Crap!!!! 7:30 I dashed to the bus stand and then besides it being my first sleeper bus journey nothing interesting happened all the way. 

Crutches of Photographs

Huff.... no time(i know a lame excuse) to keep up with the pace of life. Really its runnin too fast m hardly able to keep up with it with this much weight(n its still grwoin) so guys i take refuge in photographs..hope they tell u somethin more then words....

Had to take a ride in one of these.... man they had to make really large space for me to hang frm its back nevertheless fun.

Felt nostalgic lookin at all the constructn work goin around in NCR.

Felt good lookin at the development of metro work.

He.. He.. Most of you would have guessed it....the only indian non patent 'JUGAAD'....but bad luck couldn't get a ride on it...

Believe it or not guys but yeah this was my first scooter trial...b4 this i had never been close to a scooter..n after tryin it i felt like singing Hamara BAJAJ....

Taj mAhal Finally But AAhh i reached Agra on friday the freaky day is off for Taj...now that u call luck????Still i zoomed in my lense n got this close to it...n managed a peek.

Cooling off the summer of India n that too of Agra...

drenched in sweat i wished to share the tub...but......Venue: Red fort ,Agra

Trip a bit tarnished but cont....

Exactly.... the trip which we left in half way has been tarnished by the blow of time but still in a presentable condition. or so i think... well the next step was my return to indore out of which i squeezed out my Agra trip.. Yes Agra the city of Taj.. can u believe this 22 yrears on the land of india n i have never been to agra to see the historical ,the most beautiful monument for which people from all over the world come running blindfolded. So obviously i was excited. But the trip started with a very bad note later on which turned out to be the core symphony of the trip. Morning 6 am i was left on the Noida bus stand courtsy my uncle ,to wait for the earliest bus leaving for Agra He left in haste he has a really busy schedule. So i was left there to wonder alone, to enquire about the bus timings and fares. I searched for the enquirey window to find it jammed with rusted iron rods and no person in sight, also if i wouldnt have read the sign board reading Noida bus stand i would have been in doubt about that place bieng a bus stand cuz not a single bus was in sight however some sweepers with thelas were there, a small boy was trying to ride a bicycle with bent rims and a bare spring for a seat later I wondered whether the cycle had a chain or not but i would nevr know. anyways i finaly got hold of the sweeper who was staring at a dog and they looked to be in a very deep silent conversation but i had to ask so i called bhaiiya!! No reply BHAIYAAA!!!! this time the dog looked at me and eventually the bhaiya turned his head to me.. I asked when is the next bus for Agra.. He smiled and said 'Agra well, the bus has just left and next is in the evening. My mind went numb cuz i had a bus to catch for indore from Agra and at any cost i had to be in Agra before evening. I checked my backpack and started walking back suddenly a Sardar ji came up in front of me. 'O Bashha ho' i had to stretch my neck upwards to look at his face, his frame vertically crossed the psychological barrier of 6 feet, his belly's curvature while increasin and decreasing emitted a strange rumbling sound which gave me a feeling of a volcano with lots of underground activities still going on, He was looking for his cunductor .He was a truck driver. He looked past me and found he conductor a totally starved lanky figure which could have been a fantastic dummy of UN poverty campaign. Sardarji abused saale g**d uchi kar ke so raha hai Gaddi kya tera B**p saaf karega, beacuse of u i will have to drive faster to reach agra on time.' Now Agra was the word that stirred my ears...spo with little persuation (m not gonna tell u what all things i had to say to the sardar ji to hitch a ride till Agra) i was in the cabin of a TATA truck... yeah now the journey begins but later guysss...

Delhi n around cont...

Yep last we were all in th IPL(Indian Public Limousines) of India. My first stop was the famous Palika Bazaar. You leave the bus and enter the state of utter confusion from wich gate to enter this underground fully airconditiond(???) odyssey. Still you manage to chose a gate to enter when again you are stopped by security personels to check your belongings. My back pack was thouroughly examined asking about all the things whih they didnt understand 'ye kya hai?', whats this. When on the verge annoyance and of dropping my plans and leaving to visit some other place they miraclously left me but just to annoy some other foreigners with backpacks. Still i was relieved that now m free to go in. Well in Palika i had this errand of changing a 250GB pendrive which one of mine friend has baught in his trip a week ago. I located the shop asked the person to change it with some other pendrive. He said the smallest storage capacity pendrive he has is 32 GB. So i asked him to change it with four 32 GB p.d,next he was laughing he said that we sell the 32GB pd for 4oo bucks as wel the 250GB pd so he can give me only 1 32GB pd in lieu of that 250GB pd.I had no way out from this situation so i said yes for the deal and got that 32GB pd later to find out that it had mere 400MB sapce in it. Yes this is what palikas about cunning negotiations, place for constant look out. I say if a person has to try out his street smartness level ,he gotta shop in palika for a day and tell us the results. Palika's A paradise for our smart mothers who like haggling even for a buck. Theres plenty of oppotunity in palika for that. After Palika my entire delhi trip went quite eventless only a lot of backpacking was don1e on the concrete roads. few picks are here.

This one above is very fascinating small fountain attached to a mobile fridge u give the person 1Rs. and out comes the water through that cute tap to quench your thirst. Enjoyed lots of such water glasses during the trip.

Totured by the scorching sun and surroundrd by the rajpath concrete i took thus picture s that i can loathe this materialistic world a bit more.

Next comes my trip to Meerut and Agra with lots of pics.. byee fom Delhi noww.

Moment Snatchers...

Woke up groggily to the faint vibrations of my cell phone at xactly 2 in the morning . Of course Sritam was on other side mad with excitement he was not asking but yelling 'Anant Guess where i am?' Well i knew he was going back from Mumbai to his college. So my guess was that may be his stay in mumbai has extended a but i was wrong. Actually he was................

He was sitting in remotest part,on the sand on R.K Beach in Vizag at 2 'o' clock in the morning , some 1100K.Ms away from home where his kin cherished thoughts of this member of their family cozily winding his way up his college in the most comfortable and luxuriest way the present age transport could provide.
He was sitting with his weight on his elbows, half lying with his torso keeping his head above his shoulders, his knees were half bent and through his knees he could watch the white froth being pushed towards him by an unseen bulldozar but somehow when that froth tried to engulf him to demolish his conciousness and to take him down with them,to convert him into one of the sand particles scatterd around, which form the part of the lonesome beach,suddenly then they changed their mindand retreatto the dark abyss lying behind them without him.

Looked at the full moon above then looked around and a triumphant little smile adord his face as he realised he was satisfied by this moment,as he knew that this satisfaction is different from those people satisfaction who say that they deserve it thats why they got it and in turn thats why they are happy but here this moment ,No! he cannot deserve such a beautiful moment .He lied to his parents to be presnt here at this moment ,he is back on assignments in college,he has shirked on many a jobs,he didn't ever do his work with conviction,he has never done anything virtous ,he has never followed the conventions of his society ,he never did trust god,he even denied the presence of .................and now today at this moment he knows that ethically what he is watching is beautiful . He liked the solitude the scenery,the moonlight,the roaring waves but he never deceived himself even for a minutesimal fraction of time that he deserved to be present at this spectacle of nature and he was happy baecause he has snatched this moment from people called destiny.He has robbed this moment from whom people call thr Prime mover and the little satiated smile on his face is the proof of the glory of this perfectly pulled job of undeserved moments from the hands of those who deserve it and live such compleacent lives .Finally the waves failed to make him just another grain of sand ,as he stands tall on the spot ,wet sand crushed under his feet ,looks last time mockingly around and at the same time impressed at the scenery and turns to leave.

Homespun perfection.

Hey every1, a break from those long windy narrativs of my ghumakkadshashtra and dive head long in more sophisticated world of poetry. Went to a party yesterday where this piece formulated in my mind....

Watching this suspended animation,
This sculpted perfection,
Exalting existence.
An ending anarchy.

Silhouette of poetry,
Heir of Apollo,
Poise of healers,
Heart of cliched depths.

Capturing her still moves.
This unworldly creation.
Static flow.
A euphoric realization.

Kudos! for shaping this flawless lady
who will abide by the rules of your(sick) society.

Delhi n around

Constant Call of the wild which took its toll finally in the concrete jungle of New Delhi, Agra, Meerut and Noida. Ufff.. just back from the most excruciating travel experince of my life. The trip started off with a bagpack and lots of plans of accesory shopping fr the bike and some books which were not to be found in the tinsel but jovial town of Indore. First day in Noida spent exactly planned. My visit to Firefox made me a proud owner of Odometer,gunmetal pedals and a Nylon tyre however by the end of the day my passbook showed a serious drop in the funds which made me put a check on my shopping spree.

Next step was to open my eyes and mind to watch the delhiites around me. I've been a frequent visitor to Delhi and know the Desi temprament there which recently used to annoy me a lot. Those air headed people with pseudo attitude, trying to fake every single thing in front of u however this time i noticed that after years of faking things these innocent people have been succumbed to their act and have been trapped in that show off role eternally. Real confusd but bound to show confidence.So this time it was not annoyence but pity that came up as the main emotion aftr watching this middle class delhiite society.

Took my back pack next day equipped with a delhi map, an onion in the pocket of my jeans(to save me from the hot wind blowin around in summers), a waterbottle in my bag and a list with name of the destinations i had to visit that day which included palika,Dariyaganj,Some govt offices on Janpath including Office of tourism..

AAfter a long break of around two years i had the privilege of getting a ride on Indian public Limousine. The DTC(Delhi Transport Corporation). The only teeny weeny problem was that u had no place to move ur hands, move ur feet or even to change the angle of ur nose to find another open patch of air through where u can breathe some fresh air. Later on i changed the bus and which was a real breather because atleat in this bus i had space to click some shots to give u guys an idea of this ultimate indian ride.
The time is 2 aftrnoon, Temprtre is 42 deg. celsius.No room even to stand still urs truly got this shot.. next ive got loads of stuff fr u guys i have just started....

Isolation somewhat isolated.

Hi all,
woke like all the other days since last 3 yrs way past aftr the alarm time ,ligering guilt in the back of my head fr oversleeping, thinking hard on which page i left the book i was reading last night, didnt even try to search fr my mobile which i hadnt seen fr lik 2 days and whose phone book comprises of hardly 13 ph. nos.,straightend my thoughts on todays schedule which comprise of the most importent task of last few weeks i.e to visit an engg college regrding a quiz competetion in which i'd be the quiz master. From my end it was a major attempt to shake off the ice of isolatn which has settled on my shoulders and was earning me a reputation of an antisocial and on the other hand aftr bieng in this initially forced hybernation which eventually grew on me i thought to check out on the outside society whose part(n imp1)i was once, n for whose recgnition i was ready to shine their shows with my tongue. The society which i calld the my types, the society which looked like the only safe haven on earth, the society where all are equal(?), the mediocres.
So with some anticpation to know the fate of this so called society i embarkd upon the journey to th college.To cut thelong story short let me conclude it. well at the end of the day two things happened one i saw that yes they have changed but unfortunately not fr the good, second thing was time flew so fast that i didnt even see it flyin past me(good part) however out of the entire days work the output was A big ZERO(bad part).
now m back in my house the final quiz is tomorrw where i will be obliged by the hooting, overexcited,overly worked up crowd of several colleges. So lets see what happens 2mrw. Will keep u posted ,rather me.
Have a look at the evnts poster. Courtsy Aditya Desai

Strokes of teenage creativity

Well this post is dedicated to those early teenage times when even a single, secluded, mysterious emotion used to fill us up with outrageous amount of adrenaline,volcano of thoughts, Everest of hopes, thoughts of ending the life, insecurity,running away from home,unfathomable pits of self pity and guilt, heroism, consciousnness n a lot more Aah!!! The magical adolescent mind. One remote look from her would sprout wings in ur body and would have been enough for gloating for a week only if she wouldn't have given that frown wich made rest of the life torture for u. A little appreciation nod from ur physics teacher made u feel like ,Einstien was so kiddish and a liitle tut tut of disapproval would feel make u feel like a stupid static root and u force urself to search for seclusion. The list of incidents goes on n on. But 1 incident fr which m equipped with proof is Superheroes worship, those fantasy wars between Superman and Batman. Giving arguments supporting ur fav Superhero, making alliances with Greenlantern and Flash. I always liked Batman then any other superhero but had no arguments to support my choice in front of my friends so 1 thing that all teenagers move to sometime,i moved up to sketching them. Those long boring hindi,and chemistry lectures n me with my budiies making myself cozy in the last bench with my sketchbook out, friends flipping through comics. and those monotonous tortutres periods fled like wind.And the out come...... here it is

I drew this 1 just to prove that i like batman more then superman but later on superman became my fav charactr to sketch while batman remaine my overall fav. few experiments wih superman are.....

as superman had more body exposed thus making room for various shades and making it an easy showoff stuff,it bcame my fav fr sketching..

later on when i got the hang of it, i tried to do relative body stuff and came out this sketch of Batman and Catwoman, a very famous scene from Batman series..
Next step was to come out of these superheroes and to try something more real So my frst non superhero sketch came out during a boring physics lecture pertaing to convex and concave lenses in 9th std. I remeber cuz i was caught sketching by the teacher and was askd to explain what he was explaining...u know what happnd then.

And last came those days of beautiful smiles and eyes and remembrances,eye locks,skipping hearts,butterflied stomachs in 11th std when the artist went a little subtle resultuing in this...

I think that was the last stroke of creativity that came out of my mind in terms of painting n sketching..but boy those were the days when u r in love with the world, in awe of the evnts goin around u ,getting influenced by every other person u meet on road..in short u were in love no wait not in love cuz at that time didnt have the time to fall in love also lateru realise that woww life's great man n i love it, each coming day i love it more then the day earlier, cuz it never stops amazing me.

vanished pedals n pedallers

Its time guys grab a piece of cloth dust your bikes, oil 'em, check air pressure n take them out for a spin. Well thats what i did few days ago after a long time(to b precise 6 years) and first thing i noticd was the dearth of cycle repair shops in the town. All those old kiosks where we used to go earlier as kids are nowhere to be seen, Not even those roadside repair shops were to b found anywhere. Well now should i be happy that india has prospired, is wealthier and now there's no need to buy bicycles , now we drive mercs and audies. BULL!! Then i started noticing the traffic on roads u can find all kind of cars suv's, Muv's, sedans, pickups and all kind of metal craps emitting gruelling sounds, coughing out smoke, sucking petrol from their tanks like leeches, and rightly so i can discover a mechanic shop after every 10 meter.
Then something struck a chord in my mind, i knew the cycle repair guy who used to sit near my school His name was Mustafa and i knew where he lived. I went to the place in radio colony where i thought he lived on the outskirts of a big hockey ground in small hole with tin roof. But he was not to be found there. I asked his neighbour about his whereabouts and the answer left me all bitter. He has left the town after working sometime under a mechanic and is working in a garage in Bhopal. What the heck? (yeah i know he moved to earn more, he went ahead with time, whatever..). Later tired i returned home switchd on the T.V only to see an advertisement from PCRA Mocking the dream of a kid who aftr watching all the elders around him burning petrol, decides to b a bicycle mechanic. Listening this the father comes back to his senses and turns off his engine on the red light. So what they wanted to show was that the kid's dream was so tiny that his father got ashamed and came back to his senses
Now the big question..what's wrong with the cycle industry in India. Bieng a bicycle mechnic can bring ultimate shame to ur parents???!! Anything that has to do something with bicycles is small...is it so then let me put forward some data for all those big hot shots. Can u afford the newly launched bicyle from ferrari CX70 Daytona costing 1.6 lakh or Audi cross pro RS costing 2.6 lakhs. Indian bicycle giants Atlas and hero are coming up with new sporty variants whose cost vary between 5k to 20k Well thats what bicycle industry can do for india only if we open our cramped up little minds towards these biofriendly high on adrenaline(u doubt that then wait fr more posts), perfect city commuters.
So please take out ur bikes back on roads and bring back all those Mustafa's back in business.

Human or junkie

Speed junkie, reckless driver, no brakes freak. thats what i hear from people on road when m behind a set of wheels. Well!! yes, speed junkie is what u can call me but reckless driver?? No sir i'd like to tell that i have maintaind O casualty since m driving. People sometime blame us speeders of running from life, then again i'd like to clear its not at all running from life on the contrary speeding is like running towrds life. Now imagine urself on the back of bike which is capable of taking u to the speed of 150 km/h The throttle is in ur hand, and u are constantly ravving it up, up ,up , up and maximum, till the bike is in ur control silently remove the head gear and whaammm, gust of wind punches ur nose right from the front, throw ur helmet, get back in the position both hands on the handle bar, open the full throttle, let the engine scream for mercy, the wind rushes though ur ears like two tornados meeting in their peak,wind trying to close ur eyes,u trying to keep themm open,tears gushing out your eyes like a newly popped up champagne bottle.

Now enough...Come back in control of the bike. Turn the key off. let the engine go silent still the momentum of the previous race is enough to keep it up to 90 Km/h. Feel the silence filling u, feel the silence surrounding u, feel the silence of ur still moving bike,Feel yourself floating over the world.Take a deep breath, let ur heart beat go slowly down to normal, look around. Now see the world pass by silently,trees, bushes, houses all silent specatators of ur elegant run towrds the elixir of life.. now when the speed comes down to 60 kms/hr get both your arms off the handle bar, stretch them wide(as wide as u can) and embrace life,give it a bear hug, kiss it on the forhead..now turn on the key,put the bike into gear leave the clutch and again back to what u were at the starting of the post a simple humanbieng just like us all..ur date with life just got over & what a date it was sir!!!

Porsche unleashed

Its been 5 years since i was introduced to need for speed porsche unleashed..an still in the midlle of night in my dreams i find myself cutting corners on the windy tracks Schwarzwald,corsica,autobahn, cotedazur be it 911 turbo,mobydick,boxters,gt2 this game became a legend overnight and stands with its full stature in front of all NFS latest versions..Cnbc said that Even aftr the launch of NFS undercover.porsche enthusiasts r not ready to leave the exhausts of porsche and i think m such 1 enthusiast..Aftr porsche i have played the Hotpursuit series,aftr which came the underground series and i think this is from where EA sports started loosing its grip on the street racing world..and now the undercover this game is all about vriety and good selectn of cars and to complete this game m also in serach of more resons. U just dont go gaga ovr a game only because of its good selection of cars..u need to consider other things too..Ea will have to put its all resources to come up to the porsche standards again.
Well until something good comes m all fr porsche. Wanna race???

1st post not by me but by Sritam(a preview of what u will get here)

This 1 was a turn for a reason. it hapnd yesterday at around 5 in the eveng.i was driving with the faint track on.a group of punk teenagers were also cycling.they saw me n started to aggrevate me,u know to race with em.i was in no f*****g mood to race.i was in a beautiful cruise session.they forced a bit more,i denied,a bit more,denial again,then the abuses........Now man that did it,was a matter of respect.warned them,they paid no heed to it.oh n u know that i was out of mine rear brakes.the punks were with gear modded bikes,racing bikes.......so it started.see ,it was a straight start n this horrible 90 deg left hander.these people didnt tell me that i had to take a left turn,thought that i had to take a straight sling shot. Now my cycle + a 40 deg lean + no rear brakes + sand + gravel = shit scared + trembling legs + trembling hands + (this is the real good part) knee scrap + rear wheel drift!!!!!!! .god knows how it all hapnd,but it did.rest is relativity n history......................