Mayank Chandak

Well hello, Bonjour! Salut! Ca va?

I listen to music, do some blogging here and there and elsewhere. Literature is also my fling. Good design, Aesthetics, Engineering in pretty much anything is an analogy of love to me. See here, what i share.

I currently live out of Bengaluroo, India and virtually just a tweet away @chandakmayank


(Jerez GP, Spain; 30 September 1990)

Ultimately a stone punctured Senna’s radiator, water boiled and bubbled back and he swerved once, twice, as it smeared a tyre, naturally thought it a puncture, pitted for tyres again, retired out on the circuit. He clambered from the car and bent over it looking for the cause, was satisfied, went to the wall nearby and sat on it. He was lost in contemplation. You don’t sit on the wall, you get over the wall to safety. He sat for a long time and some say he was in tears again. He turned his back on the track and talked to the people who wanted to talk to him and he remained on the action side of the wall. He was in another dimension: he couldn’t have seen any spinning car which might have come at him, any errant car cavorting.

— Christopher Hilton, Ayrton Senna: The Whole Story

(Source: leucocrystal, via shipwreckd)

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