Friday night, a bar in Navi Mumbai with a close friend. I was having vodka with some Sprite. Having worked the entire week, the weekend before that and the week before that, the lethargy could be seen on my face. My friend asked me if I could carry on as I defied her doubts by … More Accepting adulthood
I’ve no idea what I am doing. Well, I’ve no mission. All my life I had some objective that was given to me or I had created for myself which drove me to wake up in the morning and look at the day as something to triumph over. I had to beat the day and … More Clueless Millennials – Fighting the Existential Crisis
“Beta, travelling in Mumbai is suffering. You either accept it or stop travelling.”. These words from my dad in late 2010 felt like life slapping me into semi adulthood. You either accept the situation and make the most out of it or stop complaining and let things happen or quit altogether. Travelling in Mumbai local … More Mumbai Local
I just had a heartbreak. Things didn’t work out the way I envisioned them but I guess it’s for the best. I do not write this with any malice or ill will in my heart but rather a tinge of amusement. This article is not about the other person (who’s an amazing individual) but about … More Heartbreak in the digital age
It happened a couple months ago, but still feels like yesterday. “Bhaiyya Ball” yelled out a colony kid as I got down from my bike. Just back from office, I bent down to get the rubber ball, my back ache showing signs of a man who travels seventy minutes a day in auto rickshaws. Determined … More “Bhaiyya Ball!” – How my colony kids taught me to forget myself
I love Bollywood. I am not one of those pretentious idiots who claim Bollywood is beyond saving and there’s not one movie in a year that can be watched. I genuinely feel such people have a gargantuan inferiority complex! But I digress. Just yesterday I read about the passing of the great Brigadier Kuldip Singh … More Border – How the story of Brigadier Chandpuri defined the Indian army for a generation
“Disrespectful”. In the last twenty five years, I have been called this more times than I can remember. To be frank, many a times it was an earned moniker. I am not really the most polite person you will meet. Respect is extremely important in India to the point that I’d deem it a currency. … More Respect – an Indian perspective
I still remember my first day at one of the world’s biggest FMCG companies. It was the beginning of a two month internship and the HR and company leadership were supposed to conduct an orientation for us. Telling us about the company, its vision, its current position and immediate plan of action to achieve their … More India’s complicated relationship with ‘Safety’
What is a hobby? Why do we have them in the first place!? Who was the first person with a hobby? “Hey Mark, what are you doing?” “Nothing, just collecting twigs.” “Why?” “Oh I have a collection. Back in the cave.” “Why?” “……” “……” “I like twigs. No two twigs are the same. Why are … More Hobbies – weirder than you think!
I got off the call with my boss – she wanted me to visit our Malad office on a Monday. I frantically rushed towards the calendar and pretended to know what I was searching for. After a couple of seconds I yelled out “Mummy!”. “What day is it on Monday? Which day?”. Mom stared at … More The Great Hindu Festival
Pol Ke Bol! 