what every guy car(e)s for...

At many an occasion I've had a person, typically of the fairer sex blurt out in exasperation.. 'is that all you can care about, after all it is an inanimate thing; it does not have feelings, does not possible a heart which can love - then how on earth can it be more important than me. Now, now, before we plunge right away, a clarification is in the offing. The 'it' my friends - is a car. It need not be my car, but hell and high heaven - I sure do have the 'hots' for it.

Let me explain - I am sure many of you will understand how I feel, and may even share my feelings ... and least I hope so once I am done. In order to do so, lets start with a comparison from where this whole discussion started in the first place - to decide between a girl... and a car. Keeping in mind the pecking order - will start with the girl. Not to say that she isn't pretty, she has the right curves, a sweet sexy voice and makes all the right moves. When she is around you, your world pretty much turns to jelly - and everything is all discombobulated and incoherent... but you are at a high - 'up in the clouds' as they say. But, isn't there always a but..... she has the temper of a pit viper, irritate her once and you will have to spend your entire week - or month, and most certainly all the contents of your wallets to get her back into your warm embrace. Many a time you will spend endless hours doing 'unboyish' things (ya ya, and they have even coined a word for it ... 'metrosexual'.... that for me defines a man of undefined sexuality who has spent most of his life in a metro or something akin) wondering when can you just get home and crash... but dare not speak a word of fear of offending the all great one....

Now a car.... at least the car's that I dream about are nothing, NOTHING like that. Lets consider my favorite - the McLaren F1. It is breathtakingly beautiful, have specs which will put Angelina Jolie to shame - all carbon fiber, 0-60mph in under 4s - top speed of 225mph, with a power to weight ratio that will make you simply drool. Ok - lets forget about the engineering - and just focus on the looks... its awwwwwwwwwwweeesome.... and yeah the multiple w's are there for a purpose. The flawless engineering and sleek looks combined can make my heart beat at technopace. Oh sure it does break down - but for crying out loud.... what doesn't. I have never sat in one, but oh my just look at the faces of people who did - a month after they got out... they are still grinning like a jackass from the experience. The sweet roar of the engine, with the woof-woof of the turbocharger - is pure music to my ears.
Now you will smirk and say - Ha, so what... its just like a young boys fantasy of dating Catherine Zeta Jones or someone. But.... there is just one element of doubt that creeps into my mind. Sure, I guess I will never be able to date Catherine Zeta Jones or something.... she is beautiful no doubt... but is she totally without blemish? But when Gordon Murray designed his car - that's exactly what he did. It was a person's concept of a no holds barred, object of pure and unadulterated beauty. You knew that it embodied everything what you ever wanted, it was spotless and pure, filling your heart with unbridled passion.
Why would you then, every want to compromise .... in front of a girl, the Mclaren F1 was... perfect

On losing a friend...

The phone at the other end rang; once, twice, thrice - each time with my heart skipping a beat in anticipation that the intended recipient would at least lift up the receiver. No such luck though, and it went directly to the voicemail. Did not have the courage to leave another message, the folly of the whole thing made me feel let down. Where had we gone wrong for this to pass...
In some odd way I cannot not let myself bear any ill-will towards that person, an individual whose company, albeit distant, I had cherished without any prejudice or ill-intention. I know time is the great healer, yet I still do know that in the recess of my soul the person will always remain a memory, however faint - set in concrete in the stillness of my heart.
I realise the great danger posed in giving oneself to any person - without the assuredness of any return. However my being human is what I am - this I cannot change, however hard I try to be stoic, deep down it does hurt. But such is life, and I will have to trudge along - possibly alone again, but with a prayer in my heart that the person in question has a life full of pleasure and happiness, even though it may not be in companionship with me.
Love is such a strange thing, with its ability to bring out such wonders in people. In the limited time I experienced it, it filled my life with joy and a new found enthusiasm in each and every aspect of my life. I wish and pray that each of you today will someday find true love - and that this love - pure, unbridled and true... will last a lifetime