Jobless, I was in the garage working on my bikes, having quit my last profession as a travel and automotive writer in disgust after not being paid for my published work for over six months. A neighbourhood PCO owner (private phone booths that were everywhere in the '90s and early 2000s) called to say that two men claiming to be from the newly built IIT Guwahati were looking for me. He added that they were very disrespectful and advised me to send them packing. The duo turned out to be from India’s National Innovation Foundation—a government organization promoting grassroots innovators—looking for the “Bullet Innovator.” If they seemed rude, it was probably because a school classmate had referred them to me, saying, “Just ask anyone in that locality for the bike-mad fellow; they’ll show you his house.” The PCO owner was apparently not amused. They had come to see my twin-spark plug Bullet, which I had converted in the mid-’90s—about a decade before Bajaj Auto, and y...
Sharing my thoughts, rants and experiences from my life, from the world of Innovations, waterways, river safety with occasional burps on the corporate world-their freeloaders and scams… I would have happily dedicated it all to the exploration of love and sex...but alas the lack of copious experience inhibits me from providing any worthwhile insights...