My newfound hope for racing
Racing is not in my blood. I am not from a place where people are born racers. But racing is my distant dream. This is about my newfound hope for racing in the future.
I’ve always felt like I live with multiple versions of myself. When I open my laptop, I become the builder—obsessed with every pixel, every product decision. It’s the side of me that earns a living, but also the one that crafts with purpose. But when I switch on the TV and a motorsport race begins, something else takes over. I become the fan, the analyst—nerding out over deltas, tire strategies, split-second decisions. It’s electric.
As I inch closer to 40, I started telling myself that the dream of sitting in a race car might never happen. Maybe I’d end up sponsoring a team. Maybe I’d just be trackside, living it secondhand.
Then something shifted.
Ajith Kumar—a beloved actor from Tamil Nadu—launched his own racing team and started competing globally. Not for publicity. Not for nostalgia. For the love of racing. He’s in his 50s, going wheel-to-wheel with drivers half his age—and winning. That hit me hard.
It made the dream real again.
Now, I’ve started preparing—not for the idea of racing, but for racing itself. Quietly. Steadily. I’m training my body, my mind, my discipline. One day, I’ll be there. And when I am, I won’t just be showing up. I’ll be racing to win.