In the quaint garages of Kerala, tucked away in southern India, there used to be a kid who would walk around picking up broken or discarded valves, piston crowns and ball bearings and trying to smuggle them home without his parents noticing. Years later, not much has changed! I am still the happiest while driving a car at its absolute limit or when my hands are covered with grease and engine oil. I learnt how to drive a car from my dad at the age of 8 and since then, I have known that my life will always revolve around all things automotive.
Cars, I feel, have souls and I could describe why I love everything about them in a deluge of sickening cliches, so I will not bother. But that craving to drive stunning cars never went away. During my college days, I would hit the showrooms posing as a buyer (while having barely enough cash in my pockets to buy a few ice creams!) just so that I could take one out for a test drive. And now I am being paid to do that. How things change.
Apart from day-dreaming about cars, driving cars, tinkering with cars, writing about cars and day-dreaming some more about cars, I also dabble in photography and go berserk over space exploration. Come to think of that, it sure would be nice to drive a car on the Moon. Are you listening, NASA?
Oh, and by the way, I still have those pistons, valves and ball bearings.