20 feet from God and his 20 miracles

It is the question that many have wasted or while their life away on… the human mind always wants to know more about life and really what it’s all about? Is there any purpose to our existence?

Fortunately for me, I am out of the loop. I have just been exposed to the answerand now find myself satisfied knowing that my existence here has already beenjustified.I kid you not. Nor do I mock at life. All I do is tell how I felt after watching the United States Grand Prix at INDIANAPOLIS.What will go down in the calendar as just a bunch of Saturdays and Sundays willstay in my mind for ever.

I left on Friday from Ann arbor to Purdue (Indiana) there I stayed overnight at a friend/seniors place and then tried my dam nestbest to sleep… because I was so excited at the aspects of seeing what I hadalways dreamed of all my life the very next day.The next morning we left bright and early to watch the Saturday qualifyingsession. We reached the speed way an hour before the qualifying. Just in timefor the practice sessions.The first thing that hits you is the noise. And then it stays hit. And while everyone was grasping noise plugs and all that sort of enjoyment reducers, I left my ears open to some of the noisiest but nicest sounds I haveheard. Ever.

And then very soon I grew addicted to it… waiting intently as each car came close and disappeared from my vision. Imagine hearing a plane… then imaginethem not flying away but just running around on the highway. And then imagine u being in the middle of all that. Now you are getting close to how it felt.But unless you guys see those cars in action you will never understand what I am talking about.The next thing that hits you is the speed. If you ever saw these four wheels on TVyou would not think that they are that fast. But when u see them (rather notsee them) you realize what speed is defined as. All you see with that thunderous noise is a streak of color of the car. It is beyond imagination and beyond the power of written text to make you understand the sense of speed I got.

Before the final session began we positioned ourselves close to the exit of thepit lane where each driver would come and then fly off for his qualifying. Andthat’s when my heart attained a different level of satisfactions… as I saw eachcar and her driver… I could only think of the numerous occasions when I hadseen then on TV that I see them for real… And though each one had his helmet on I felt as if I almost knew them… and every time a car speed of from the pitlane exit my tongue drooled more and more… I could not get enough of it…and then just like that it was done… qualifying was over. I was extremely disappointed with the Schumacher’s twitch and his qualifying seventh. But Iknew that would only make for an exciting race the next day.I did spend that evening roaming around Purdue and all that. But who cares right?

Sunday morning and the clouds came, the track temperature fell… and I knew in my heart it was Schumacher’s day.And as all of the 20 cars came of the pits for a warm up lap and finding their places on the grid we went helter skelter and sneaked into the box of seatsthat were opposite and very close to the Schumacher’s spot on the grid.As they finished their lap… and place the car where they had too. Schumacher got of his car and went back into the pits… that are when I got the first sightof god. And hardly was I getting over it when he came back… sans helmet…sans anything with a grin on his face. I and all the other fans of the scarlet red screamed our guts out to which he looked up at us and waved and then got backinto the car.

Nirvana. Guys. If you ever wondered… this was it.From the start. The deafening of my ears with twenty engines at full blast. To the checkquered flag. I did not leave that spot. I did not sit. The rain came. I got wet. The sun shone. I dried. But I did not move. I did scream each time redpassed me at 343km/hr.I still can’t believe it. From seventh to first I saw Michael win. I saw Michael.

I saw twenty other flying machines. And as the race ended all I was left was with a sound of engines running amuck.

For what it was worth it gave me so much more…