CPOD: Let it go

abbr CPOD: Copy-Paste of the Day

Source:willthef1journo.wordpress.com

Author: Will Buxton

A few years ago I attended a wedding that included a speech so bad, it stays with me to this day. The Father of the Bride decided that he was going to try and crack some jokes. Unfortunately, they were all at his daughter’s expense. So, rather than telling the world how proud he was that his beautiful little girl was all grown up and getting married, it turned into a very public, horribly painful lampooning of the bride on what should have been the happiest day of her life.

Dietrich Mateschitz is a public hero in Austria. The Austrian Grand Prix, at the racetrack he owns, saved and regenerated into a beautiful and glorious theatre of speed, is supposed to be the centre-piece of his racing empire. And yet the week leading up to the race was filled with public admonishment of the team’s engine partner and a public berating of the product, the state of the sport and the strongest threat yet that Red Bull would quit. If it was a driver mouthing off so loudly, he’d be warned under Article 151c of the Sporting Code that he was bringing the sport into disrepute. That it was a stakeholder in the sport made it perhaps even less palatable.

What should have been a happy occasion became overtly awkward and uncomfortable.

It was that ill-fated wedding all over again.

Of course, Mateschitz and his deputy Helmut Marko’s words did not find much sympathy with the fanbase at large. Patience is running out fast for those who have followed the sport for longer than the recent few years, with a team which never saw fit to make such protestations of boredom with the singularity of team success when it was they who dominated the first four years of this decade. Comparisons are easily drawn with their rival teams who have endured years, and some of them decades without a championship triumph.

Lest we forget, these are regulations the teams, Red Bull amongst them, helped formulate. Everyone knew what they were getting into. Everyone signed up to them. Some win, some lose. But when those who fail to succeed decide to pick up their ball and threaten to go home unless they’re allowed to win it all becomes a bit whiney and pathetic.

Horner and Mateschitz
Austrian Grand Prix 2015
c/o James Moy Photography

And yet, just as with that ill-fated wedding speech all those years ago, you can find some sympathy in what the man was trying to do, and from where he’s coming. He is frustrated as hell that, under the current system, there is very little chance for success. To him, it probably seems as though he’s taken his ball for a kickabout with a few mates, and has ended up playing Real Madrid. He believed he was going into one situation but he’s found himself at the centre of one in which he can’t hope to compete.

That Renault has done a poor job this season cannot be denied. Far from taking a step forward from 2014, they’ve fallen backwards. But if Renault is to be maligned, what does one say of Honda? Their weekly failures are becoming an embarrassment. Yet McLaren refuses to throw their engine supplier under the bus. They are working together to resolve the issues, while the relationship between Red Bull and Renault slips ever further towards an inevitable and messy divorce. Ironically it is Ferrari, whom Red Bull left to switch to Renault engines, that now falls back in favour, with Sergio Marchionne stating in Spielberg that he would be “more than glad” to help Red Bull get back to winning ways.

Honda has tried to make light of its woes by humanising each power unit with its own twitter account and robot face. We joked over the weekend that one could imagine making a cartoon series about them, albeit a fairly depressing one. For just as you grew to love a character, it’d be killed off mid-episode. Sort of an anime, F1-themed Game of Thrones.

So if you’re Honda right now, what do you do? Do you spend your tokens, keep turning up with an engine that doesn’t work and hope that by tinkering with it, it’ll miraculously start working? Do you keep wasting money on a unit that may be fatally flawed? Do you say to hell with the penalties, and whatever fines the FIA is going to throw at you, and go back to the drawing board and come up with something fresh… something that won’t be an embarrassment? Or do you say that you made a mistake and pull out all together.

The fact that any of those could seem like a viable option should give us all food for thought.

Tough times for McLaren
Alonso / Austrian GP 2015
c/o James Moy Photography

One could forgive McLaren for venting their frustrations, as has Red Bull. And in many ways I can see where Red Bull is coming from. But if it is all Renault’s fault, then why is Toro Rosso, which also runs Renault engines, a far more dependable and often competitive prospect this season than Red Bull? Why is the RB11 so skittish through medium to high speed corners, when in years past it was precisely in these areas that the car was so strong? That has nothing to do with the engine and everything to do with aero. To blame, as Christian Horner did when I spoke to him on NBCSN during FP2 in Austria, 80% of the team’s woes this year on their engine supplier seems therefore, a touch extreme.

But I do see the frustration. I do see the mess. And it is one which could and should have been avoided.

Introducing a new engine formula at the same time as insisting on an engine freeze was bold at best from the FIA, and has resulted in the situation we have at the moment. For while one manufacturer has excelled in these tough conditions, all the others are suffering in their wake. Save for the use of a limited number of tokens, their opportunities of catching up grow ever smaller. And so the disparity is unlikely to be resolved.

I just don’t think that arguing about it from the perspective of it all being desperately unfair because you’re not competitive is the smartest idea. If Red Bull’s protestations are to be treated with the merit they perhaps deserve, perhaps suggesting a solution, rather than coming across as a bad sport, might be a better alternative.

Kvyat endured a race “like hell”
Austrian Grand Prix 2015
c/o James Moy Photography

To me, the best and only option right now would be to scrap the development freeze. Tell every engine manufacturer that they’ve got until the end of the calendar year to throw as much money, testing, and development work into their power units as they want in order to achieve a set parameter of performance. Make these things sing. Then, on January 1st 2016, the window closes. Keep tokens into the following years to allow gradual development and keep the interest in the engine formula, but given the current disparity perhaps we need an amnesty of sorts, to allow everyone to start from a relatively level position.

Spend what you want. Do what you want. Make as many changes as you want. But the sole caveat is that you do it off your own back. You don’t pass the cost onto your customers.

If a championship-winning team is so unhappy that it threatens to quit the sport, and one of the great motor makers in the world struggles so much through a weekend that the combined grid penalties it is handed total the equivalent of two and a half full F1 grids… something needs to be done.

Renault and Honda have not forgotten how to make engines. Their struggles however do show how great the technical challenges of these regulations are. But by forcing them to wallow in failure, you embarrass these great corporations and force them and their customers to the edge of desperation. You move them one step closer to the door.

The sport is not broken. And shouting that it is, just because you’re not winning, doesn’t help. But there is a way to improve the product and save the blushes of those who power the show.

For the greater good, the FIA, Mercedes, Ferrari, Renault and Honda need to agree to thaw the regulations, and go to town on technology

Happiness

Happiness is what you define every second of your life

Sometimes it is success
Sometimes it is achievement
Sometimes it is your baby's smile
Sometimes it is you who is stepping on crap and still enjoying it

Happiness is within ourselves

Don't not regret your mistakes
Be happy you had an opportunity  to make one

Do not linger on your losses
You had a learning of a lifetime

Feel lucky , take chances
Maybe  it won't work out for you
I assure you that you have created a world of experience for the world you live in and in love with a beautiful uncredited gift

Singularly you may not make a difference
But all a generation needs is a thought to make a difference

Poetic Kill: Choices and life

A fear of your future unseen
Makes you live a life deprived
The ghosts of your past
Haunts you to the darkest part of your self

I have lost my way
Because of something I gave away
I search a new path
Without pain or wrath
No more a man in wait of peace
No more a man in want of truth
My failures became my prudence
My fear became ego
My incompetence became satisfaction

I have lost my way
I will sway either way

CPOD : 20 something woes

abbr CPOD: Copy-Paste of the Day
Source: http://padma-secrets.blogspot.in
Author: Padma Kumar Vemuri

Well, I am 20 something or rather early 20's. I am trying to explain my situation here, its pretty complex and typical.

When your 20 something or in your early 20's
 1) Your probably a recent college grad.
2) Jobless
3) single 
4) financially dependent on your parents or credit cards.
5) none of your friends are with you anymore every one is busy with their own problems and life.
6) Alcholic/smoker/god know what else which is not by any means good for health.
7) believing in horoscopes wishing it predicts when you you will get a job. 
8) and desperately want to be successful  in life and solve all your miseries with that one job.

Well, I am in one of these dudes. This is probably one of my worst phases of my life.  I am just out of school grad looking for a job in a IT industry( which is very 'Indian' btw ) dreaming to make it big one day in silicon valley but  besides that  I don't have friends around me to hang out with. all of them are spread out to the length and breadth of the country and you try to make new friends whom you see around your block, who are still going to school, they don't talk to you cause your too old for them and its not 'cool'  and if your trying to make friends with people who work, they don't like you either cause your too young to discuss work and politics.So, basically in a situation where facebook,twitter, youtube, yahoo and google  are your best hangout places and mostly,wikipedia cause you  prepare for the interview.

Now, After all that comes the love of your life. <3  Love is in fact the other huge problem for an average 20 something dude.  Some of them are lucky enough to find their love and live with them for the rest of their lives and others are also lucky enough not to find one and they keep looking for one. But they are few others,these are the worst kind, who find their soul mate but don't have time or resources to make that connection.

The latter kind find it even worse, They do not know if they should keep everything aside and go after the love of their lives or just find some one else considering the fact I read in a physcology book which says "They are not just one but many soul mates for everyone in this world". And after all that, you will have competition to win her over other dudes whom you think do not deserve her.

Finally you come to the conclusion that 'Life has to move on'. A new day, A new life, A new struggle.

Cheers.

Poetic kill: Kings and Gods

I was a king of a land unknown
had wrong doings as a right of my own

The other kings perished cause of the power of I owned
I had a dictate for which no forbearer seeds could be born

I had slaves ministers and administers too
But I had a story teller who would tell tales of my benevolence , one or two

And he would write hitherto with spices added twice
Which when generation came ,could challenge, but fail ,young or wise

I became the epitome of justice and saviour of all
Questioning me became a thorn in the eyes of the all
All who seeked power , all who seeked solace became my crusaders
Then for the world there was I and none another

There were kings too in their lands unknown
We would battle forever
For a story which wasn't rightly told ever
And wasn't rightly told ever

The world of philosophers

The sooner we accept that we all are corrupt the better
The day we realize we are wrong , it is the only moment we will start doing it right

The world is left with crude jingoism and jargon-ism

Every literate has taken the path of the philosopher , rest one can read and infer a many , but understand a few

Accepting truth is the trait of the enlightened , while none knows about the truth

Our emotions, our social acceptance, our fake ideologies have taken precedence over reality or the world's definition of reality , which we conveniently accept with all our level of intelligence or knowledge of literature

Don't believe ...start searching

The temple of ruins

Lived my entire life in CBD belapur. The small town has everything a 'new zealander' can crave for . The flora, the fauna , the creek ,the hills , the waterfalls .

 I am afraid of the dark unless it is the darkness in the hills of belapur and the old Devi temple which lies in clear sight. No one notices it though. But every now and then everyone who took an opportunity to look up in the hills  wouldnt miss it.

When I was a teenager, I had those hills  as last resort to my personal chaos, I never felt more empowered or secured except for my temple of ruins.

The temple of ruins , though not absolutely in ruins , lied absolutely in the midst of heaven and earth , laid before you in plain sight. A small walk through the central ground( now named the rajiv Gandhi maidan)  which can give a clear sight of the hills and the temple.
 The central ground was the azad maidan of belapur , a cricket heaven when you had a lot of fielders to play the game or  during summer and winter, a crab and dragonfly hunting ground during the rains. Would give you a chance to watch a snake or an alligator!

Once across the central ground , we had to cross the small bridge over the channel of the dam, which was created not  as a reservoir but as a channel to control the beautiful waterfall from its source, and then going through a small village , I would start the ascend.

The first few moments of small stairs , which are difficult to step on and also to jump on , I begin to climb the stairway ( stairway to heaven anyone) leaving me breathless in the first 10 minutes of climb.

Slowly after taking a breath or two , I walk through an unsolicited jungle , only to find stairs, broken and unattended, my will would scream hard to run through it only to be disappointed by my lungs and muscles. Every time I caught my breath , I would hurry through the stairs as an option  to reach my freedom.

I would reach out for every tree,rock or boulder as a sense of my past and my future unknown and finally it was there.

The temple , which laid in clear sight and known to a few , the temple which I view  and from where the goddess takes care of my beautiful small town, with creeks, hills and waterfalls.

My town I am in love with you