Indigo Manza & the art of GT. GT ('Glass Tracing' for the benefit of the non Engineers) has saved many, including yours truly, from the sheer boredom of studying to be an Engineer.
'Experts' will recall to how hard you needed to push the class nerd to finish his Engineering Drawing sheet fast enough for you to clip it on a contraption of a glass sheet, a light bulb shoved underneath and trace it on to your blank sheet in 15 minutes flat. What elevates this mere tracing to the fine art-of-the-con is the removing all traces of, well, the trace lines, pocking small holes to mimic the place where the compass would have been placed by the nerd. The two hours you saved by doing a GT and not actually making the drawing is better utilized for spiritual pursuits with the Old Monk.
The Indigo Manza smacks of GT and ctrl C + ctrl V all the way – right from the lights on the sun-visors to the faux 'Blue & Me' on the steering wheel, to the big *** hurriedly slapped on to the Vista front and down to the illuminated key hole rings.
Quite like Anu Malik's 'inspired' music, the Indigo Manza (or is it just the Manza?) is one hell of an 'inspired' car.
I saw the Manza Aura Plus at the local Concorde showroom.
Despite the Manza's imposing length, the finesse in its body lines is just not there. There is that familiar headlamp peeking out, the bulbous boot overflowing quite like that girl in your neighbourhood who tried to squeeze into a Levis Slim-fit. And to mask all this there is a hell of a lot of chrome on the car – front grille, sides and right down to the boot. On a car this size the 15" inch rubbers seem quite puny. Mongoose tyres, if I may call it.
Remember the old joke, how do you fit an elephant in a car? (Answer: open the door and get him sit in). In the Manza's boot you can get the entire clan to fit in. Cavernous is apt description.
Stepping inside the Manza is like stepping into stadium – acres of space. The abundance of beige on the inside also probably helps. Any colour on the inside, as long as it beige, is a sure shot winner in the Indian market. (apologies Mr. Henry Ford)
You sit in the driver's seat; get the nice view of the road ahead. While on this car you have driver seat height adjustment and even lumbar support, the control levers have a tacky feel to it. Quite like the chrome on the outside the interiors reek with the silver accents on the steering wheel, the console, the power window controls…. Personally, to me, its kitsch gone ballistic.
The glove box has several nifty touches, lights, locking facility, card holder, a pen holder (remember hunting for the pen to sign the charge slip at the fuel station) and even a washbasin. (ok I made the last one up). See the lights on the sun visors and you immediately realize that for the Manza they really didn't have to look too far beyond the Tata-Fiat showroom for 'inspiration'.
The digital information system is neat and does the job in telling you the time, date and the outside temperature. The largish steering wheel has a nice feel to it.
The blue-tooth system, not 'Blue & Me' but imaginatively called 'Blue' is standard issue with the top end. The system has been ergonomically designed for gremlins, with tiny buttons. Push the 'call' button with your thumb and you could very well push the 'disconnect' button as well. If you are the kind who gives missed calls this is a feature made for you.
Switch the engine on (And while you are at it look at the lighted rings around the key hole) and hear the refined purr of the diesel engine. Blimy, this engine sounds jolly good. And then the penny drops, it’s the national diesel engine - the Fiat Multijet. (ok, Quadrajet, if you insist on nitpicking).
Step on the pedal and the car lumbers along pretty well. No outright performance here, but am not complaining, can't expect more from a one-three, can you? Shift to the mid range, the engine comes to life, smooth operator she is. Push harder and the Manza struggles. The car held up pretty well on the drive down Worli on the Sunday. Steering is just right for city driving, the right level of feedback at speeds and so un-Tata-like that it had me surprised. This is clearly made for the city slicker in you; race it down the Expressway if you are prepared for the disappointment.
With ABS, dual airbags, the fancy music system with steering control, lumbar support on seat, height adjust on driver seats, electric adjust for ORVMs, keyless entry, at the end of day, you get a lot of car for seven-point-eleven lakh rupees. (ex-showroom Mumbai)
There is no mistaking that with the Manza Tata's R & D (that’s Refer & Duplicate) has come a long way in the build quality, equipment, finish levels etc. But Engineers like me know that GT does take you some distance but nowhere close to the original.
In the fairy tale, 'Beauty and the Beast', the Prince with his heart of gold is cursed to turn into a beast and would get his true form back only when he finds true love despite, well, his beastly appearance. Alas, the Manza is no beast from the fable, even if you fall in love with its Multijet (oops, Quadrajet) heart of gold, it will continue to maintain its beastly appearance.
If you are the kind whose mind can wrestle down the nay saying heart, then trundle along and buy yourself a Manza. |