THE RISE OF THE MONSTER

Controlled by a 6.0-liter, twin-turbo V12 that is made bespoke for Pagani by AMG, the back wheel-drive Huarya is one of the world's speediest, most developed, and seemingly most selective supercars. Only 20 will be made at the organization's modest processing plant in Modena not long from now, after which creation will achieve the exciting statures of 40 autos every year from 2013 – once the new five-times greater industrial facility has been constructed, practically around the bend from the old one.

In the tissue the Pagani Huarya is amazingly wonderful from basically every point, all around, and out and about its absolutely energizing to drive. The highlights incorporate its speeding up (outrageous), footing (astonishing), directing (outdated superb), braking (gigantic) and its hold mid corner, all of which are in Bugatti Veyron-in addition to class. Truly.

In truth, then again, the Huarya is not at all like a Veyron to drive. It's a much more serious auto than the Bugatti in every measurement; noisier, edgier, more light-footed – a great deal more nimble – and in a flash additionally energizing out and about.

You have to contemplate how sharp you're feeling before squeezing the catch that turns the ESP and TC frameworks off, despite the fact that the footing is wonderful considering there's 730bhp and 738lb ft under your right foot, the recent accessible as a level crest between 2250-4500rpm.
What makes the Pagani Huarya so venomous, aside from its stupendous yields? Since at 1350kg (dry) it measures a whole Caterham Seven not as much as a Veyron, which means its energy and torque to weight proportions are in a fundamentally the same class. And after that, obviously, you must dial in the not irrelevant reality that the Pagani is back, not four-wheel-drive.

So like I say, you have to be right large and in charge to abstain from being passed up what this savage auto can do. Also, on the off chance that it rains, don't even consider killing the security frameworks. Simply abandon it in Comfort and let whatever remains of the world gawp at you rather – which is something that happens essentially anyplace you go in the Huarya.

An alternate angle that lifts the driving background well beyond the standard supercar standard is the Huarya's gearchange, which is astounding given that Pagani has shunned the current pattern towards twofold grip gearboxes and rather decided on a solitary grasp, physically worked auto. The 'case itself is made by Berkshire-based Xtrac, and there are two reasons why Pagani decided to utilize it.

One, it measures 80 to 90kg not as much as a twofold grasp. Two, in light of the fact that its such a great amount of littler than a DSG it can be mounted transversely rather than longitudinally inside the motor inlet, which makes the drivetrain in its aggregate more conservative than it would somehow be.

Additionally the movement quality itself is really shocking, regardless of the fact that you do need to lift quickly amid upshifts to stay away from the "bang" that the larger part of Pagani's clients clearly need from the autos they drive (and which is built into pacify such cravings).

It all signifies a machine that is, if anything, considerably more unfathomable to drive than it is to take a gander at. What's more, when an auto looks this heart thumpingly flawless (even the most shocking photographs neglect to do it equity by one means or another) that is a major compliment undoubtedly.

The Pagani Huarya costs more than seventy five percent of a million pounds once assessments are figured in. Is it justified, despite all the trouble? Yes. It's ostensibly the most restrictive, most attractive, best driving supercar there has ever been, Veyron included.




What's more, in case you're not kidding, get your request in quick – on the grounds that in spite of costing four times more than the new McLaren, Pagani's request books are full for the following three and a half years. Some request book. Anyway then the Huarya is really worth the rising testosterone levels.

DEATH OR DEMENTIA

Capital Punishment, as defined by the Merriam Webster dictionary, is the execution of an offender sentenced to death after conviction by a court of law of a criminal offence.
As despicable, brutal and morally incorrect as it may seem, the death sentence in India is only awarded in the "rarest of rare cases." Rape, fraud, sexual assault, aggravated  murder, terrorist attacks, domestic violence, kidnapping, child abuse, espionage - the news papers are full of these news pieces. Every morning begins with this - 'raped minor found near garbage dump,' '22-year-old girl ends life because of repeated assault,' 'gold worth ₹10 lakh looted from local jeweler's store.' Over the last few decades, the crime rate has risen manifold. Rape has emerged as one of the most vicious crimes, being committed over and over again. It gives the impression that there is no longer a fear of the law. The offenders are not afraid, neither worried about the consequences for they know that they can get away with it. In 2012, 24,923 cases of rape were registered. It would not be wrong to say that there were almost as many unregistered cases as well. The Delhi Gang Rape Case of December 2012 was one of the most horrific instances of rape that came under the public eye. It brought people to the streets, sparked outrage and . Shortly after, the Shakti Mills Gangrape happened where a photojournalist was raped in the compound in Mahalakshmi, Mumbai in 2013. Public has become intolerant towards the crime. People are more aware now and see no reason why these sinners should go unpunished. If an individual can go to the extent of committing a barbarous murder, is he not entitled to the same? If a man kills another man, how is the law morally wrong in punishing him by taking his life?
The last two known executions to take place in India were the February 8, 2013 hanging of Mohammed Afzal, convicted of plotting the 2001 attack on India's parliament, and the hanging of 2008 Mumbai gunman Mohammed Ajmal Amir Qasab on November 21, 2012. Prior to these hangings, the last execution in India took place in 2004 when Dhanonjay Chaterjee was executed by hanging for the murder and rape of a 14-year old girl. This was the first after the execution in 1995. A large number of people felt that the law had given them some kind of justice by awarding the death sentence to the criminals. The impact of a terrorist attack is much larger than just the physical attacks; people are traumatised and instilled with fear that takes a toll on them, emotionally and psychologically.

What is it that provokes an individual to rape? What causes a murderer to ruthlessly stab or slaughter? Can we curb these perpetrators from indulging in brute, inhuman and insensitive actions? While it may be agreed that these individuals are in need of therapy and guidance, are their lives really worth the time and energy that some others will invest in them? Do the fundamental characteristics of any individual's personality ever change? History is witness to the fact that not many criminals, released after their term ends, have transformed into sane, sensitive beings. A trace of delinquency, of immorality persists; an urge to kill, an urge to rape, an urge to cheat or steal always lingers on. Is the law then unjustified in continuing with the capital punishment?  

INDIA SOARS AS THE AVANTI ROARS

Over the last two decades, the Indian consumer has seen many carmakers ranging from

Mercedes to Porsche, enter the Indian market. The rise in consumption of vehicles

produced by international automobile conglomerates has been evident since then. However, with the costs of purchase for these cars slumping lower and lower in the past five years, it is

becoming increasingly challenging for domestic carmakers to sail through.

The Avanti, designed by stalwart Indian car designer, Dilip Chhabaria of DC Design is a

pleasant surprise to the automotive industry. When asked about Avanti, India's first homegrown mid-engine sportscar, in an interview, Dilip Chhabaria, popularly known as DC said, that the

project bloomed from a desire to expand and grow. "We regularly get queries from people turn

their Skoda and Mercedes products into supercars. So we guessed that the same people would

also be interested in buying a complete car made by us.”

What’s so alluring about the Avanti that can steal the show on Indian soil? DC has certainly

left no stones unturned when it comes to the cabin – plenty of width and legroom, the perfectly

sized custom three-spoke steering wheel and a touchscreen infotainment system with the

resolution of an iPad are some outstanding features of the made-in-India sportscar, amongst

many others. However, some experts cite the cabin height as a problem for tall drivers. Mahesh

Bansode, an employee at an Audi outlet in Navi Mumbai says, “the cabin is surprisingly roomy

but the headroom is tight for drivers over six-feet because of a low roof.” Bansode works with

the personalization division of Audi and helps consumers with different ideas to customize

interiors according to suitable needs.

The Avanti, on the other hand, is a mixed bag of goodies when it comes to its under-the-hood

properties. If you were looking forward to a V12, then you’re in for some disappointment for the Avanti is restricted to a four-cylinder turbo engine. However, the car is poised at a power of 1998cc with a baffling 248 break horse power. Considering, the engine’s deft integration with the

gearbox. The Avanti, according to DC Design’s standards, touches the 0-100 kph mark in

around 11.48 seconds at 6200 revolutions per minute. Other features which give this car an

effective edge according to Indian standards and roads are the use of strong carbonfibre to design the body, a 20-inch wheel rim to combat our not-so-cool Indian roads and a 6.8 inch-ground

clearance which will effectively prevent the car’s 1080-inch wide wheelbase to succumb to

speed breakers and potholes. And, guess what? All this comes in a price range of Rs.35 Lakh! – A number which will surely set many Indian racing heads thinking. Kiwishka Prasad, a senior

executive at Ketchum Sampark Public Relations, who has handled various auto clients like

Volvo and Bajaj in the past and is working for Skoda currently, says that the Avanti, if marketed

properly can do extremely good. “The designers have chosen a beautiful price range and what

matters now is, how well do they use the ‘patriotic’ angle to this,” she says.

LAMBORGHINI REVENTON - FULL THROTTLE

It's one of two things. Alternately its both. It's either a Murcielago LP640 with an (in-house) bodykit or, as they'd lean toward you to think, the Reventon is the Lamborghini Murcielago as unadulterated workmanship. In any case, its quick – and it looks quicker than the benefactor auto.

Lamborghini took a straw survey of long-lasting clients and discovered they needed something somewhat more selective than a Murcielago, so Lamborghini offered it to them. It's another bodyshell - enlivened by the Eurofighter, made in carbonfibre composite, outlined by Lamborghini's own particular creators and fitted in-house – shot and stuck on top of the demonstrated Murcielago LP640 mechanicals. They've made a splendid showing, as well, and the points and folds give the backside, specifically, an intelligibility that the LP640 just wishes it had.

An alternate 10 drive takes the count to 650 and, aside from ticking each container (counting carbon brakes) on the choice rundown that is it for mechanical changes. It's a work of art. A typical Murcielago will stop movement and knock some people's socks off. A Reventon will snap necks and obstruct city roads for quite a long time.

What's more, that is the point, on the grounds that it drives precisely like a LP640, directly down to the oar shift gearbox that despises and rascals some way or another through the multi-point turns the wide turning circle requests. It's this framework that is most likely the low-light, especially on an auto with a €1 million (£670,000) sticker on it. Furthermore assess.

Yet while its no Porsche in its material feel, the Reventon is a plane in its own privilege.

The unruly V12 is a standout amongst the most endearingly severe powerplants available for use today and there's sufficient execution on offer here to toss the Reventon to 62mph in only 3.4 seconds. In the wet, full throttle can turn up every one of the four wheels, even in fifth rigging. It may be mechanically indistinguishable to the LP640, however the LP640 is presumably enough for the vast majority. The Reventon rides with mind boggling solidness and the scarcely cushioned games seats hurt after an hour, however its justified, despite all the trouble.

The entire point isn't the way it drives. The entire point is that no one else is ever liable to turn up in anything to upstage you and you can at present have it adjusted at your Lambo merchant. All things considered, you can't in any case in light of the fact that Lamborghini just manufactured 20 of them and they sold out months back.

Regardless of the fact that you could discover one, however, there is no characteristic avocation for paying five times the cost of the (officially costly) supercar on which its assembled. In the event that workmanship's your thing, however, and LP640s are simply too thick on the ground where you live, go right

LAMENT

It was a quiet evening. Probably seemed quieter after a long evening in a rambunctious bash. They were strolling down the street which now seemed heavenly with the mild glow of a streetlight above them. Love can do many things you see, even make a dark street seem brighter. The motive to walk down the lane was mainly finding some transport for her. The conversation was too hunky-dory because, alcohol. He spotted a light approaching them and felt a mini wave of relief for he was starting to bother about the time and she reaching home. "I...just don't want this evening to end" she said. "Drop me. We could talk a bit more." The glow in her eyes, was tad too tempting but being a guy he would always prefer sleep after being sloshed. "No sweet I have to go. Mom calling constantly. And it is too late anyway. You should be heading home. I am gonna have to call you tomorrow." He could see the gleam diminishing in those maddeningly beautiful but innocent eyes. but he chose what he had to. What he wanted to. They kissed. Those lips. They made him think again but in vain. It was probably the stubborn attitude which changed him and what they had forever.

        

              She never understood when it all happened. When did it all start? How, did it all start? One needs a lot of self control to overcome hysteria. She was not one of them. At least not at the moment. She was just a girl who was happier than ever before some moments. Lying on naked earth now, she took hold of time, herself. Not many moments later she could not help but start wailing. It all started when five men, not too pleasant blocked the road and they stopped. One of them pulled the driver out and suddenly she felt a huge fist on her left cheek and everything went black. The next she knew was some random hand tearing her attire apart. Black again. The next she knew was someone entering her for she felt an excruciating pain. She wished she'd be dead rather than bringing it back to her head. She opened her eyes in the hospital with a man and two women in white lab coats. She knew she was in a hospital. Not that her condition had improved.

       

              He woke up to the buzz of the obnoxious ringtone he had. It was a friend. A mutual friend. It all started with an abuse for he felt the person on the opposite side was merely kidding and it was not at all funny. The friend suggested on coming to the hospital and had started weeping by this time. He felt many things after hanging up. Nausea was the dominant one. He didn't know how did he dress up for he was feeling dizzy all the time. The trip to the hospital seemed to take a lifetime. The world was suddenly too loud and fast for him. He felt a rush so strong that he couldn't predict whether it was a gruesome one or not. he rushed past the reception but started slowing down suddenly. He realized that he wouldn't be able to bear the sight. How could he? How can someone possibly bear to see a loved one battered. Robbed. Robbed of everything. Helpless. Vulnerable. The very thought of it was too much to take. He never knew when did tears start rolling down his eyes. He gathered up all courage to walk into the room and face his beloved. He entered. He looked into those swollen eyes. He walked towards her and held her hand for she was sleeping and he couldn't talk to her. He sat there for a while holding her bruised hand. And then he heard murmuring. She knew he was right there. She knew what she wanted to say. She knew he'd listen. Him, on the other hand had to gather all the courage he had left to go close to her and listen. What followed, broke him. "I did not want to talk to you last night. All I wanted was to be in your arms for I wasn't feeling safe" was all she said before passing out. He walked out of the room ashen for he had started recollecting all that happened last night. All that she spoke. All that she asked for. He fell on his knees, not being able to bear the sudden burden of regret he felt on his shoulders. If only he had gone with her. If only...

              It is never the decision, but always the outcome, which leads to regret.

                

             

The Fire rises to glory

At the very moment when I was alighting the stairs of the cinema hall I was quite sure of this movie to be exquisitely intimidating on the basis of talent, story, cast and yes, fantasy of course.  However what tickled me constantly was the fact that is this really the end of the timeless saga? I settle down on my seat only to be grabbed by the female beside me and listening to her excitement for having a chance to watch the movie for the second time. I had obviously heard that before. Such was the fervour with which every Indian awaited and welcomed “The Dark Knight Rises” to its soil. And little has the movie done to disappoint those hungry beasts who feast on entertainment out there. The movie in simple language stated by the female sitting beside me “plays” with human emotions. The very element of Batman, the lost hero found itself capable of building such an image by the first 30 minutes that people would just get up, clap and start crying. A fascinating story is not enough to move the very foundation of people. One needs to portray it well through talented professionals. Christopher Nolan undoubtedly, ain’t a novice on selecting his hoard.  The moment we all think of Bruce Wayne, a suitably heighted guy with long hair and brown eyes comes to our minds. Christian Bale has indeed done his job well but what intimidates me the most is the villain of the movie Bane. Tom Hardy has made an example which probably even good old Gabbar Singh wouldn’t be able to in the contemporary world. All that radiated from the man throughout the movie was “terror.” The story is one to weep for. The portrayal of the world’s inconsiderate ways and how a man succumbs to it for good is a rare sight in a superhero movie. I have never seen the man of steel taking Lex Luthor’s blames on his head and vanishing off the grid. I do not have much to comment on the fantasy parts of the movie but to say that” I WANT THE BAT (that creepy bike.)”  Apart from all the shizz the end of the movie takes the cake away. Despite of all atrocities the young Wayne goes through the end of the movie is triumphant enough to make those people clap who did not even cry after Taare Zameen Par or Rang De Basanti in that case. Overall, a fascinating combination of revenge, deceit, rival love, orgasmic vehicles, and actresses, loads of triumph and heavy croaking voices of the leads The Dark Knight Rises as a cousin rightfully says, “needs to be watched again....... and again. Later. :)

Shifting the pace of life

So now the trip has ended and I am back to pavilion. Needless to say it was an experience worth a lifetime. Also, on the other hand it was a end to a phase of life. Precisely an end to the informal phase of life. As the engines of my A320 gained throttle I quite clearly knew that I am leaving the jobless me behind in shimmer of those golden lights.As the airplane took off I knew nothing was going to be the same as it has always been till date. My third and final year will be starting soon. Time to choose my stream of profession. Right when it seemed quite clear this cute dear friend of mine turns around towards Advertising from Journalism. Stranded was the first feeling. Anguish followed. And then it all vanished. Because as matter of fact every matured individual is incapable of choosing or imposing over another individual. It is the job of one's inner voice. Since I am find myself as a victim of wavering thoughts it became quite difficult to opt for a stream where I will be absolutely short of talent and friends. But then finally some things are meant to happen when your parents predict it. Three words of wisdom and I already started feeling the start this new phase of life; "Go For It." Also I need to start working somewhere ASAP. Two reasons to it: 1. I feel incompetent. 2. My principal has made it compulsory. Unfortunately I do not have a glass of beer in front of me at this time of the day but there sure is a glass of ice tea. So, cheers to this shift in pace of a carriage called Life. Later. :)