What do you do when you have to compete with others in a race that none can win?
Do you roll up your sleeves and get busy?
If you do, is it so that though you may never make it to the finish line, you can take the last breath knowing that it was worth the while?
Or, do you just lie down and go to sleep?

The smartest people i meet don't seem smart enough.

oldschool

ever thought about why Old-school is always better?

or let us frame it this way : why do we continuously make things worse?

think about it..

mobile phone : the new ones are more difficult to use, clumsy and weak. the old ones were brilliant (literal and otherwise).

cars : new ones aren't even nearly as fun as the old ones. to a family being driven around by an enthusiastic someone in one of the classic cars, the journey is in itself an adventure. in the new ones, everyone snores noisily and they are so quiet that u have no option but to listen to them.

furniture : the classic ones feel like nature spent several years growing over itself to give you nice wood that is then crafted by someone who puts all his energy and passion into it.. they make you feel special.. like you are worth all that trouble.
the new ones feel like someone stole a couple of metal walking sticks from helpless blind people who spent an afternoon sleeping on a park bench that are then crafted by a stingy person whose vision is compromised.

people : the new ones (everyone from the sniggering centers of laziness who surround you where ever you go to the engineers who always seem to make the wrong thing to the guy who spends evenings outside the college handing out leaflets to people who throw them 10 feet away from them instead of he himself throwing them all into the air) are all useless. the old ones have books written on them.. they have cool things named after them.. they made cooler statements too..

movies : i don't have to prove myself on this one do i?

clothes : the best selling clothes of today have ESTD.18xx or 19xx written on it. so, evidently, that was the good ol' days. the clothes most people wear today are torn (by a kid in some industrious little city in india) and faded.

i am not a 60 year old. but i do want to know what it would feel like to live in a world where everyone made sense.
help me out if u can..

o, and if u are the ghost of Darwin, i think we have a new theory to work on.. g3-408.. drop by..

GO SPEED GO!!!

i love cars!

i have been love with their growling engines, sleek curves, squealing tyres, flashy lights, road hugging grip, ehilarating speed and the noise ever since first grade.
that was when i first saw Batman n robin speed through Gotham city in George Barris' BatMobile. a couple of years later, when i saw speed racer's mach 5, my love became sheer craze.

As years grew by, modern science and stupid adults woke me up from my dream world : i was forced into labelling my childhood dreams as non sense. Speed racer, batman, wacky racers n everybody else seemed fake.

as with everything else, once u wake up to realty, u'll be stunned for a little while. but later, once it sinks into u, u don't remember much about ur dream.
that is what happened with me. i still loved cars, but not the cool cartoons n fantasy stuff.

was i too old for them?
or didn't i want to get fooled again?
i don't know for sure. but i do know that i let those days and memories settle in the dark corners of my mind.

it is partly due to this that i didn't want to see the speed racer movie. but as i gave into seeing a few scenes of the movie, i decided to give the boy racer one more shot... at resurrecting the kid within me.. and man.. am i glad i did :)


Speed racer is a spectacular movie. it is one of those movies that is boldly imaginative.. an attempt at injecting fresh blood into a classic without taking any of the lunacy or passion off.
it is as colourful as an african lady's robes, as hi-tech as a space craft, as passionate as love and as childish as pikachu. it is everything i remember the old speed racer was except that it offers much more of it.

the review gurus of the west might write it off as senseless stuff. But, to the kid within me who has just woken up from a loooong slumber and is looking for bits of paper to scribble pictures of cool cars on while humming noises of what the best car's engine should sound like, the speed racer movie is a classic.

OR, and this is just a speculation, maybe.. it is last evening's 145 (courtesy of Karthik.. and obnoxious IMS noodles and boring classes) that could be still underplaying my thoughts :)
either way, i am a kid again :)

MAN & MACHINE