It was such a cute little car, and in the shade that Tata would call stone blue it looked absouletly stunning wherever it went. And that engine growl above 3000rpm was to die for...funny how the automags found it irritating and unrefined. For the uninitiated it was called the Tata Indica V2, and a petrol one at that.
When i saw my stone blue LXi waiting for delivery out in the showroom parking lot, it was love at first sight. I was so excited, you couldnt blame me...after all it was my very own first car.
It had been a few months now that I had been looking for an upgrade to my trusty old first love. Didnt want to sell it but finances dictated that i had to. Sure my little car had niggling problems and sometimes it was irritating, but never in its two years of service did it leave me stranded anywhere. I loved it for all its good things as well as bad.
Rising fuel prices forced us to look at diesel. First on the list was the Accent CRDi and the Octavia 1.9, the skoda although a very good car was struck off the list fairly quickly because of parking problems in my locality and it was a stretch on the budget.
On a satuday afternoon we visited hyundai motor plaza at mahalaxmi. Took a testdrive of a sky-blue CRDi. First thought as i entered worli seaface...Man this motor can pull. Massive amount of torque was making the car wheelspin away to glory even in third gear, obviously the pathetic stock tyres were partly to blame, but for me it became one its selling points. The engine was always on the boil be it at any rpm. Just prod that throttle pedal and you were rewarded with a delightful shove on your backside each and every damn time. It was addictive I tell you. And it still is. It was quite...that motor made the typical sound of a 3 pot engine. Just like the matiz minus the diesel clatter...matiz owners would know what im talking about.
At the end of the test drive, i thought to myself somewhere hyundai must be manufacturing my future accent. Choice had been made...I didnt even try any other cars. Not to mention that there werent any worthwhile contenders in the diesel segment atleast on the performance front.
We recieved our 'forest dew' accent from Jayabharat Hyundai on 8th of march 2004. It was 6.30pm and there sat my innocent looking car in the parking lot. It was like falling in love all over again. And what a great feeling it is.

Totally stock
I loved driving so much so that i would take it for a spin atleast 3 times a day when time permitted. In the evenings i would be stuck in jams on peddar road.
My friends who are 'normal' so to say by society's standards would say that I had gone mad.
I mean who would like to get stuck in jams. I really didnt mind...as long as I had good music on the cd-player. Every sunday i would go down to wax my possession it was everything to me in this world. My friends and parents would think what had gotten into this lazy boy that he would wake up early on a sunday and go running down and be missing for 3 hours or more.
Keeping that car shining was so important to me. Mine would be one of the cleanest cars around.
Last two years it seems majority of it i have spent driving...68000kms is proof of it.

Offroading at lonavala
With the accent came my first actual taste of freedom, i would regularly take my car out of the city and many times without my parents even knowing. So what if i was driving alone...call me mad...but i enjoyed my car more when i was alone. Those midnight sprints to lonavala how can i forget.
Aah for the simple pleasures of life.

On one of the runs to aamby valley with teambhp
My car has a lot of memories attached to it. I practically live in my car, my friends would vouch for that. At times i spend close 8 hours in the car.

Oh the joy!
The best weather i feel to be in a car is the rains. Water trickling down the windshield as the wipers wipe-off the droplets for a brief moment only to find the little drops appearing again. Looking through the windshield at the darkened skies which get lit up by lightening every now and then, its a good feeling. Good music, overcast skies, headlights on. Fogged up windows. And who can forget that smell from the first rains. Its a kind of magic for me. Like i said.
Aah for the simple pleasures of life.

In the rains, up near the mountains
Then came 26th July 2005, Man it was raining cats and dogs that day. I love driving in the rains and was even planning on a drive to lonavala that day. Suddenly all hell broke loose...i see cars floating around and im having water filling up inside the cabin....but i said Onwards!!! Didnt for once think about ditching the car. Somehow reached home in 10hours for a journey that would not take anything more than an hour in rush hour traffic. My car survived and so did i. Made my love this little CRDi even more.
The trip to goa with teambhp was the first really long drive I had taken up in this car. Man we had some really good times in the accent and the conti...dippy addy f50 stratos nitoxx, man what a week that was. A perfect driving holiday I'd say.

The second drive to goa had something else stored in...we managed to survive a potentially fatal accident when i fell asleep on the wheel. Read about it
here. Luck was on our side that we walked out of it or rather we drove out of that accident. This car has been really lucky for me...all the more reason to hold on to it. So what if hyundai is stopping production of the accent. My car will always occupy a little corner in my heart. It has seen the ups and downs in my life and has always given me company. Sometimes it has even bore the brunt of my frustrations. It cant speak but yet in its own little way it says so much. Nobody but an enthusiast can understand what it is to love your car. Normal people dont and wont, I dont expect them to. Im so damn possesive that i wouldnt even let my father drive it.
Along its journey i have given it new gifts every now and then in form of upgrades. Right from the experimental free-flow to getting the engine chipped. Getting new wheels has always been a delight.
Its not a perfect little monster, but it is its imperfections that have made it so desirable. 68000kms up and the love is still growing. Silently it carries on with its duty.
Signing off.
Drifter