Oh yeah, I registered for that indiblogger thing the other day, and yes, only after listening to someone winning a Nokia Lumia. Now Nokia sucks, as people say, but nonetheless, it is a smart phone, and at least one up than the brick-slab (read cellphone) that I have. Hell, I would not mind giving driving instructions to that nut-head Hamilton. Mumbai roads are not F1 racetrack for one, and he would need an escort to steady him all along when a "somebody" cuts him out of nowhere, or a BEST bus takes a brushing swerve against his McLaren. Hamilton may be the champion in Canada and the States and Hungary and Japan and Britain and hell, even Monaco, but 'course, I AM MUMBAI, as that newspaper ad screams.
Anyway, I would do anything for a Lewis Hamilton autograph, but the sad part is no one I know would know who Hamilton is. So the exercise is waste. But I think I still should be the one person to sit beside Lewis, when he scorches the Mumbai roads, because I have to discover Mumbai as much as he has to. (Okay, I admit I have not seen Mumbai.) Because, at the risk of sounding as unoriginal and as hackneyed and all that, I think I was one of the very few children in my town who know what F1 was...who Schumacher was...and who Hamilton was. For the sake of knowing Schumacher, I think I should be the lucky one...for the sake of following F1 back then, I should be the one and again, for the sake of Lewis' safety I should be the lucky one.
Now I will get to the details. As a F1 driver, I don't think you need someone interesting as a companion, for safety of course, and I am as dry as they come. The cactus jacks I mean. I certainly know that there has to be a wheel for steering the clear of potholes, and that there is a brake for preventing accidents on Bandra pavements, and that there is an accelerator to speed across the sea link and that there is a Vivek Sharma, if you fall in trouble with any mahila police (remember, handsome Rob, Italian Job). Of course, Lewis is no Rob and Mumbai mahila police is...(yeah feminists, I am not your prey...not today). So you see.
Ok, I think this is enough of writing shit about shit I don't know shit about. Yes, I know Hamilton and yes, I would know F1 more than the most, but the fact that I have been trying too hard to please the organisers by submitting this entry, forcing some humor into it and making a fool of myself, trying to show that I know this shit and writing well after the deadline is past is proof enough that I am serious Lewis fan and I am as serious about driving with him as I am about...
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