TIL that my life has been a lie. I have been breaking down my life into bits and pieces to analyze what went wrong and why I have become the way I am.
Few memories have resurfaced and I have come to realize that almost all of my outlook on life, my behavior and my fears are based on one incident that happened to me when I was a seven year old.
My life (and probably yours too) believe it or not, is shaped by few incidents – minor and major that make who you are. In the nature vs nurture debate, I am pro-nurture.
Its going to take a lot of time to change back to who I truly am (or I think I am). Two decades of mental wiring and conditioning to rewire…
This story was originally slated for my memoir – “Embarrassing facepalm moments of an awkward introvert (Part 1)“.
Enter me, the 22 year old college hire on his first software project. Continue reading “Embarrassing moments @ work #1”
“Farts.” I said with a straight face.
“Farts? ma’am?” asked someone in the tourist group, puzzled.
“Yes. Farts,” I explained, “that’s what made them extinct.” Continue reading “The Amoosing Mooseum”
When I heard that my good friend is getting married in Jaipur I was happy for him and selfishly, for me. I’ve always wanted to visit Jaipur. I had heard so much about it. I quickly started making plans with my five member gang of friends. “Wolf pack” we had named our group on whatsapp. Nope. Half of them were unavailable and the other half… those lazy bastards refused to move their butts. It’s too far away man, they said. So, reluctantly I decided to be the lone wolf. Continue reading “Riding solo in Jaipur”