Well friends it all started when as they say HUM TUM met. The place all amazing the sun shining bright, the breeze with a sweet smell of lilies, the light of love shining right on my head. As they say cupid struck on the bull’s eye.

People say that every story or rather I should say love story starts and ends with the pinch of bollywood mix, the mid of it all is all reality and yeah friends reality bites.

Coming back to the story which I started, well it is weird how love happens ,when it happens no logic no methodology but it just happens. And the crazier part being that you realize it once it happens.

And so it happened before I could realize it, before I could do something about it I was head over heels in love, YES friends it was love, from the core of my heart, everything fealt so amazing everything fealt so real, it was a divine feeling I had my heart beating faster, just as any bollywood hero would have had. I with a childlike gaze looked at her slender body, the perfect curves and wishing with my jaw opened till my feet for a sweet touch of her. For all those who have their adrenaline running high and hormones kicking in let me clear it I fell in love, in love with a FERRARI.

Oh what finish, what voice, with her blood red draped body shining bright in the sun like a rose petal.

Yes friends like many of you would be, I too am an ardent Ferrari lover. Well it all started when i was a toddler. Coming from as what people say as a TYPICAL MIDDLE CLASS family, we were happy and content with everything, but yeah when the night came and the lights closed, under our blanket I always thought of making it big in the so called CIRCUIT. I thought of having loads of money, a no less than castle house, owning a Boeing 707, giving the president of India something to be jealous about.

And yeah with that I always dreamt of owning a Ferrari, my own Ferrari, the bright red heart pumping, breath stopping FERRARI. Well a lot of you would be thinking of me as a sexually deviant personality not to think about beautiful girls, well common guys all this was when I was a toddler.

As days went by my dreams started wandering, sometimes about money, sometimes about girls or common I’ll be rather honest most of the times about girls, but my love and passion for a Ferrari never ended.

While in school, I was an arduous automobile reader, I used to read everything and anything I could get about automobiles and yes my central interest always being FERRARI. In my distress to read about automobiles i got hold of a book by the name of “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari”.

Without understanding any head and tail about the content of the book, I picked it up and started reading. Reading and Reading and Reading to find one glimpse of my love, one mention about the one I fell in love with, a slight discussion of what I was dying to know “A FERRARI”. In all my inquisitiveness I went through the entire book concluding that a lot of money made some guy sell his Ferrari and go to mountains to become some so called Buddhist Priest.

The book made a change in my life, my dreams changed, now there was no longer the search for girls no longer the search for the Ferrari, but for that so called monk, the monk who I still do not know for what reasons sold his Ferrari for peanuts. With this I also concluded that a lot of money makes people go crazy and Buddhism is not the right path for me to reach salvation, my salvation which lied in owning my own FERRARI.

My dreams were all confused, all my dreams of owning a Ferrari were now replaced with logic, yes guys LOGIC, the only thing that breaks every relation.

I started putting logic to me owning the car of my dreams and as it was bound to be, our relation weakened. I fell for the trap, the trap called life, trying to gain wisdom trying to gain knowledge, replacing every dream of mine with LOGIC.

Years have passed and I have moved ahead , have settled down , got married , plan of kids but my undying dream the dream I have lived my life with is still alive. I still get my heart pumping fast when I see a glimpse of my true love, the love called “FERRARI”.