Homesick? Well, nearly!

Home is where mirth embraces me,

Home is where I dearly long to be.

Home is where roaming charges don’t apply,

Home is where there’s unlimited power supply.

Home is where tender fish is fried to golden perfection,

Home is where I needn’t ask for any direction.

Home is where traffic has the required sense,

Home is where we live in the present tense.

Home is where Sunday = vada pav + fresh cooked chicken,

Home is where I’m never even close to being grief stricken.

Home is where love resides,

Home is where there are no divides.

Home is where I smell no fart (?),

Home is where I’ve left my heart.

Chicken Tikka - Now that sends my taste buds into a frenzy!

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Three Wise Men and the Unrelenting Power of Communication

A few weeks ago I was at a restaurant with my parents. Like every other modern family, we buried our faces in our smartphones after the waiter was done taking our order. Having read that constant phone face-burial can cause neck problems, I habitually raised my head to stretch my neck, before going back into aforementioned phone face-burial. But before that, I glanced at three men sitting at the table next to ours. At the first sight, it was any three middle-aged friends reuniting over beer and chicken. It was then that I noticed something strange about them. They were not using words, instead their hands and faces to talk to each other. Noticing the number of empty beer mugs on their table, I figured this could be a novel drinking game they were playing - no words, only dumb charades. But the sight intrigued me so much I could not take my eyes away from them. Thanks to the humdrum service of the restaurant, I still had about half an hour before my food could take my eyes and ears

Own Your Vice, and then Overcome It!

It is a little too early in the year to talk about Christmas, but for this topic I believe I can take the liberty to at least quote a line, albeit prematurely. One of my favourite stories while growing up was Charles Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’. For those of you who do not know the story, it is about a greedy hardhearted miser Ebenezer Scrooge who has an eerie yet impactful experience on Christmas Eve. He wakes up to meet three ghosts, and each of these meetings leads him to becoming a changed man. I will not delve deep into the story, but one of the lines from the story that made an ever-lasting impact on me was said by the first ghost who visits Scrooge: "I wear the chain I forged in life," the Ghost says. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it." Habits are a chain we forge in life - a chain that can pull us down, or lift us up. It is very important to know that we ourselves are

Past Is Prologue

Nikhil stared across the bar at the vacant brick wall, twirling the ring in his hand. The music reached his ears in a muffled tone, as his brain was as clouded as his eyes. Around the pub he could see people frolicking around with friends and family, couples going all out on each other, suddenly realizing their love for their partner more and more as the alcohol went further inside them. He looked away. Every girl in that pub reminded him of Nisha. “I think we should start seeing different people,” she had said. “But we are already engaged!” he had protested, hoping that she was joking. She always made such jokes about breaking up. “Don’t make it harder than it is,” she had said in a clichéd manner, as if she was the victim there. She sounded serious. She had then stormed out of the diner, leaving him perplexed and alone with her engagement ring, the half-eaten dessert and the long dinner bill. He had wondered what would have been the reason for her to brea

The Sonance Behind My Silence

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