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ast two weeks have been a blitz of travel and activity after the wonderful Bhava Spandana weekend at Tennessee and a quick dash to the big island of Hawaii for a few important and very interesting meetings. First time on an island with a live volcano. Washed tracks of black lava leftovers and pockets of lush green.  Fabulous blue-green ocean and manicured golf courses. Wish there was more time to explore the island.

Thanks to Air India, now you can skip the European stopover to land in Delhi in time for the Formula 1 race. Only second time in India. My interest in machines goes back to early childhood; some extensive travel in early teens peddling across southern states to motorcycling to crisscross India. Those were the days when travel was just travel and no other purpose. These travels gave me such an intimate view and experience of India. I feel like I know every type of Indian very intimately.

The screams of a Formula 1 machine need to be heard to be believed.

Those were days of wild riding, eating off roadside dhabas, sleeping in forests, beaches, mountains and many a times, just off the road upon the motorcycle. My memories of these rides are vivid and rich with human faces and variety of terrain that I enjoy immensely. In all this, my only companion was the throbbing internal combustion engine that took me around. Racetrack is a celebration of this incredible product of human genius. The screams of a Formula 1 machine need to be heard to be believed. Incredible machines and driving skills. Only sad part was our own F1 driver from Coimbatore crashed out of the race midway.

Since then, a quick two day trip to the ashram. Literature Live festival at Mumbai to an event in Rishikesh and one more at Goa and here I am at the India Economic Summit. It is well past midnight and tomorrow is a long day. We will say something of the Mumbai and Goa events in a week. There have been a few very interesting moments.

Love & Grace,