A big Hello to all the petrolheads and dieseldudes out here,
Before I begin writing about self, let me confess that what I feel right now is nothing short of a stalker who has been reading and following so much of your hard work for years now. So, to set the record straight, a big thanks to all of you who have spent so many hours of your personal (and office) time as well to help others. Take a bow all contributors.
Now, that I have the monkey off my back, let me tell about myself. I was born and brought up in Agra, Uttar Pradesh (yeah, the one with Taj). By the time, I came of age, my parents gave up on me and thought hostel's the only place for me. So, there I was shunted across one fine day to Nagpur,(Maharashtra) from where I completed my engineering in Computers. Apparently, Nagpur got tired with me a tad earlier than my parents did and so, on a bright sunny(did I say sunny? Sorry, meant rainy) June afternoon I landed up at Majestic railway Station in namma Bangaluru. If my memory is still where it is supposed to be then, the year was 2005 and Bangalore's famous Silk Board Signal used to still be as empty as that auto guy's sole, who charged me 100 bucks for my first ride from Udupi Garden to Silk Board.
So, now after surviving all that worships devil and has a yellow board for number plate, for more than 9 years, I have made this wonderful place with otherwise wonderful people my home.
Coming to the ride and drive part, my first ride was my neighbor's lambretta. Kudos to Italian engineers of that time, that blue colored beast took whatever we threw at him from 6 on saddle to the more often cricket balls (when it served as a wicket). Next came dad's Bajaj Cub, while dad could still do with my ways. I must say, between all the yezdis and supers of that time, Cub had its own bit of charm (or so I felt). That was also the golden period of Indian auto industry when the Ambassadors and Contessas ruled the streets and Padmini with NE graced the parking lots. We had a white premier padmini which served the family well till the time when its scrap price went higher than resale value. I tried my best to scavenge its gear kit but, could not, alas. Deal was between it and a new LML Vespa NV, which still continues to serve anyone at my home in Agra, who knows that it needs to be tilted at exactly 36 degrees to start.
In college days, as I bought a new bajaj calibre(Dad was not sure if the poor NV will last the 18 hour journey via train) Mom got home a Santro Xing(I cant believe that it was Shahrukh who convinced her when all my efforts went in vain). It will be unfair on part if I do not thank this hell of a bike, which never left my side for 4 long years and it was a tearful farewell. I am sure tearful for the third year bloke who mistook my riding skills for bike's caliber.
3 years in Bangalore and again as I bought my first own vehicle a santro xing gls, dad got his second car - tata indigo. For two weeks I was sure that dad wanted to venture in public transport business. Anyways, the santro, still like a faithful friend, bears everything the roads of Bangalore throw at us. But, its now that I am most amazed with the engineering that went into this small tiger. No matter what my two year old daughter does with its glove box door, its still somehow hangs to that latch.
So, yeah that's about me, in short. Software engineer, settled in Bangalore(I know its a cliche now) with a small family and big hopes, looking to make new friends (to save me from the old ones) and waiting to thank all those wonderful people out here who put pedal to metal even in their sleeps.
So, a big Hi again and hope to meet many of you in person.
Regards,
Harsh