Here’s the deal… India is not a land of snake charmers. I have been living in India for the past 25 years (all my frickin’ life) and have seen exactly two snake charmers.
We are not all cab drivers or customer support or software engineers. Also, there is no language called “Indian”.
There is a growing resentment among Indians about the way India is portrayed in hollywood movies and about how the rest of the world perceives them. Continue reading “Sorry hollywood, but this is the real India. #rant”
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”
“Hey dude, come check this out!” I called out to Ashwin. “You remember the old family photo hanging at home? That was taken here!”
“The one where nobody’s smiling?” He snapped back without lifting his eyes off the phone. He had a gazillion selfies on that phone. Continue reading “Dude, please”
“But this is the middle of nowhere… sweetheart, we’ll dispose it when we’re home” – Kane said looking at Zoella, who sat next to him, clutching the bag of trash, the remains of their monthly father-daughter picnic day.
“Daddy Look! There’s one there!”. He stopped and she jumped out and ran towards the trash can. Continue reading “Trash”