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Minus Them Lifelines

So, here’s the thing…our lives have been largely consumed by technology. We are able to work, stay connected, and stay entertained – thanks to the internet and smartphones. Now, let’s assume, hypothetically, phones and internet seize to exist from tomorrow. Scary isn’t it? What could be the repercussions? Here are some of them from random angles:   Television Kids would watch whatever cartoon runs on TV, adults would watch either cricket or news, whatever comes on TV. There would be absolutely no preference or something like Netflix and Prime that used to exist -watch on your whims and fancies. Burn in hell!!   Food You would cook whatever you know, or learn (like not to burn the roti) eventually. No step by step recipes to read or watch and try out. No home delivery of food, get your ass to the restaurant and get takeaway, you would rather have your food there, right?   Parenting You would not be able to feed the kid by playing the SAME effing video that works (makes the
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New Beginnings

Nov 8th, 2016 - This day was creating history in the west and the east for different reasons. In the west, Trump was winning the presidential elections and there was an uproar in social media and WhatsApp. Well, in the east, India went berserk with Modi's announcement of demonetizing 500 and 1000 rupee currency notes. I did not have any of those notes, I hardly keep cash with me. I was lost in a pool of muddled thoughts. His reaction was priceless, he hugged me so tight and started crying. That moment onwards, life took another twist altogether. So this was it. A new beginning to a relationship of hate-love that began a decade ago. It felt like it was meant to be. We were happy.  Look, I am not that chick from 'Shopaholic and a baby' who shops like crazy. Mine was a bare minimum, or I think so! First in my list was to buy flip-flop with fur to use them at mom's place - as the floor there is so cold always! Nov 15th, 2016 - One of those days I am late aga

Daddy Greatest!

That familiar honk of the car at the familiar time of the evening marks the arrival of daddy and sister or me run to open the door to "Yaaru Beku?" to mock him. That familiar time of the morning when he leaves for office to sit in the car while mom gets ready, and sister or me goes "Daddy! Change the trousers. NO contrast." We have grown up being associated with this organization and it is strangely beautiful that most of them are like family friends even though we meet them infrequently. Those games and celebrations on Independence and Republic day at the office, those picnics, those cultural programs to most of which mom used to sing for invocation- it was all an integral part of our lives. And Bam. Suddenly time flies and it is time for superannuation. It has still not sunk in that coming Monday, daddy need not / will not / should not go to the office. I mean why? How time flew so soon? Not fair. I had a call with sister be

Tail of rejections

Although I'd like to believe that I'm an ambivert (none buy that. They can bet I'm an introvert at the first meeting), I can listen to people and empathize. I'm a person who always thinks "What will the other person think?" and with all the good organizational skills and decent EQ - I thought I'd make a good HR professional. A bubble of a dream. That bursts eventually. That's right - with every call for an interview I get, there is a bubble created in my mind. A momentary dream that takes me to a space where I work in that place and I mull over how it would be, and what I would like or dislike about the job. This happens every single time.  And thus became a tale of rejections....... Ever since I had decided to take up the one-year managerial executive program, PGDM weekend course, people advised me about the unlikeliness of higher pay - one is because it’s not a regular MBA degree, it’s a PG diploma, and two, it’s Human Resources of all th

Will India be better for women in future?

Recently the country was begrimed with a documentary ‘India’s daughter’ with regard to the nightmarish incident that occurred in December 2012. A girl in her early twenties was gang-raped in a moving bus in Delhi - this is what I knew. Rape cases - I get to hear or read about it often.  I do not know to what extent the documentary was polished, but one thing was sure - I was outrageous to listen to what the driver, Mukesh, and the defense attorney had to say. I was immensely disturbed mentally, so much that I was in depression for the entire day till I had to force myself to cheer up as I was going on a vacation. Even there, those baseless and harsh words said in the short film were haunting me like an evil devil. I wanted to write about it and vent out my anger on the whole issue but could not bring myself to do it then.     To think of it now, what the defense attorney (I have no clue why you even need a defense for this crime) said spoke the minds of most of the men in this

My Travel Stories - Dandeli!

This was around two years ago, we were a group of 12 girls who went on a trip to Dandeli, in Karnataka, India. We were a gang of friends, friend's gang of friends and so on. It was a very short trip but was the most thrilling trip of my life so far!! We did a lot of activities like kayaking, nature walk and so on  but the most dangerous and adventurous one was river rafting in the river Kali. We were all set with life guards and paddles. Till the last moment I was convinced that I am not doing it, and if I do, I will not finish it alive. The River Kali looked so full of force and vigor. My friends convinced me to go for it, and I could not believe how I ended up in the line. That line - waiting for my turn to put a signature on a sheet of paper that said they are not responsible if anything happens to me, including death. Wow. We started off, and the guide was a bold and young guy who took the responsibility of twelve young ladies in their early twenties. LOL. I'm saying this

My Travel Stories - Pondi!

      I wanted to visit Pondi from a long time, and finally did this Holi! Every Holi I end up planning a quick getaway, knowingly or unknowingly making us not play Holi in this process. For the record, Augus and I have NEVER celebrated Holi together. After days of mulling over and considering the potential places we could go, we decided upon Pondicherry. I was agitated when Augus told “No” to a place that has wildlife, to a place that has beaches and to a place that has mountains. That is almost telling a n o for a vacation itself! Meano!     I was determined that I needed a break. A break from breaking my head over “What do I make for breakfast?” (That’s approved by Augus and his parents - mind you, I can count on one hand the number of South Indian dishes for breakfast the entire house agree upon. Sigh!). A break from the talks. The not-so-interesting talks that happen in the house, where all I can say is Ummm and nothing else, while only WTF comes to my mind. A break from