Stepping out to a whole new world of F1. Narain leaves his room at the Langham Hotel. He's been up since 4.00am but had a 'solid' six hours’ sleep and is feeling fresh and charged up.
For once Narain didn't mind being a passenger during the short drive to the circuit. Gave him time to think about the big day ahead — the start, the first corner, pit stops, the weather conditions. . .
Open sesame! Narain swipes his paddock pass where he will spend most of the day. The paddock is privy to only a select few, thus the best place to get up close and personal with the drivers.
Debutantes. . . Jordan Sporting Director Trevor Carlin looks tense ahead of his first F1 appearance while Narain manages an Aussie-style 'no worries mate' smile.
And what's plan B ? Team briefing in the Jordan garage. Narain and team-mate Monteiro discuss race strategy with the team.
Manhandled! Personal trainer Gerard Gray puts the final touches on those muscles with a much-needed massage before the pre-race qualifying session.
Dressed to kill. Narain slips into Jordan's yellow race overalls — he's wearing effectively three layers of fire retardant material over every inch of his skin.
Topping it up with a helmet. If there's one thing a race driver guards with his life, then it's his helmet. And donning it is a ritual too. Earplugs to keep out the noise from the screaming 900bhp engine go in first. They double up as earphones to talk to the team. Then there's a fire-retardent balaclava, followed by his famous, and off-late controversial, tri-coloured helmet; don't miss the Autocar logo!
Narain gets comfortable behind the wheel. A six-point harness keeps him strapped to the seat. It's such a tight fit in the cockpit that the steering wheel has to be bolted in last.
Narain leaves the pits on his out lap. A 1m32.735s lap around the 3.295-mile (5.3km) circuit gives him an aggregate time good enough for a sixth row start. . . alongside a Ferrari (Barrichello) and ahead of a Renault (Alonso). Not bad, huh?
What! No dosas? Plain rice and grilled chicken is what he gets for lunch. Of course, oily food is a no-no.
OK. This is it. The red lights go off and off they go! It's all a blur. Bad start! Bad start! Drops down to 18th by the end of the first lap. Time to play catch up.
First refueling stop. Everything is going to plan. No tyre change but enough fuel to last the next 20 laps. Superquick laps before the stop gets him the jump on Monteiro. Go Narain! Go!
Pavarna greets hubby after a brilliant performance. She's more relieved that he came through clean.
Time for some footwork. Gerard works his magic once again, this time on Narain's left foot which is in pain due to almost an hour-and-a-half of left-foot braking.
Going on air. An F1 driver from India, and a talented one at that, has all the makings of interesting media bytes.
Move over Schuey. One race old and already a billion fans to cater to. But Narain takes time out to oblige those who've waited patiently for this day. The Indian flag's flying higher now.
Pack-up. Good time to talk some business too with manager Piers Hunniset, the man who brokered the Jordan deal.
More fans. . .the Narain club’s growing.
Back at the Langham Hotel with Pavarna for a quiet evening with the family and an Indian meal. Good night Paparazzi!
