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To be or not to be

This weekend my friends came over for drinks. Conversation after drinks is never in tandem with reality. We were discussing on racism and the whole world going crazy. We passed funny statements on our religion and boasted ourselves as masters of the world. We were a group of intellectual atheist who believed that anything bad happening to us has nothing to do with any form of religion but it is something to do more with how we define the ideas within us and make it our foundation of our actions. I saw the true testimony of how hollow we are in what we say and what we think that night. Continue reading “To be or not to be”

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Dear Facebook,

The story-teller,

There are few perks in working in a digital agency. Apart from surfing on social networking sites, I learn that a server somewhere has identified me as a part of a community and I am shown a communication because I am part of that community. Brilliant isn’t it! Millions of people are shown controlled messages and they don’t even know  about the trait bucket that they fall under. I was sitting on my computer, reading my normal news-feed. I came across a profile which intrigued me a lot. It was the profile of my school classmate – Neha. Continue reading “Dear Facebook,”

India · Letters

India Today

I enter my office and while I cut across multiple cubicles, I glance though everyone’s computer screen. All my colleagues have some news portal open on their screen. My boss calls me and we discuss the agenda for today. When we come to Friday, we realize that there are no client meetings. He tells me, ‘Let’s wrap up early on Friday’.

Today the entire nation will know what the future beholds. Everyone is awaiting for a new country. The world is looking at us. After all we are the biggest democracy in the World. We are all going on with our daily lives with repressed agony and we day-dream every day that life will soon change one day. Continue reading “India Today”

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Beer Night

So I was walking down the street with couple of my friends and we were all new to the city. We called one of our common friends and he suggested we should go to ‘Toit’ which is a micro-Brewery in this city. My friend said, “We haven’t been to any micro-brewery. After one we will have our own house party. Let’s rock!”  Despite traveling across the world,whenever I think of a beer place I always have a picture of an Irish pub in my mind. Nevertheless Toit was just what we needed.

The Beer Varieties

It was 5pm and the place was already packed. We thought we have to be in this place!  Even if it means that we get the seats only after thirty minutes. The music was great; people looked as if they were having a good time. We were excited.

Now I still have not introduced you to my group. My husband has stayed in different parts of India, including Delhi, Hyderabad and Kolkata. I am from Mumbai. Our other two friends have stayed in London and Detroit. Another friend has never lived anywhere outside Delhi/Gurgaon.  By fate, we all found new jobs in Bengaluru. All of us were drinking together in Bengaluru for the first time.  This was my first-hand experience in tasting cultural differences among us desis when it comes to drinking.



We stood around the bar for thirty minutes. We were slowly drinking our beer.

The guy from UK started the conversation, “When I was in UK, We went to this great place. The beer is not so chilled but it was mild and goes easily down.” We nodded in approval as if we understood what he meant. I could see the Delhi guy tapping his foot. My husband who is primarily from Kolkata was having an intense discussion about Sharukh Khan. “Sharukh is not about acting, he is about living the dream. Something likes the American Dream.” I was like – “Huh, a discussion on Sharukh. Really? I sometimes get amused because people from Kolkatta have this gift of portraying everything including Bhojpuri movies like an intellectual enlightenment.

The Delhi guy was already four beers down by eight in the evening. He looks at us and tells us – Yaar beer kadak nahin hain. The guy from UK goes, “In Uk, we have this beer…..” The guy from Delhi yells “Benchod chup baith. Man Liya Uk ka Taj Mahal bhi accha hain”.

When it comes to me I sat around and judged the furniture, décor, Ac, tube light, drinks, and bulb with all the bars I’ve been to Mumbai. “Umm… Mumbai women are far pretty, na shona”. My husband simply grunted and then burped to my comment.  “Mumbai people do not know to drink and your Bandra babes are plastic,” told the girl from US. I took this on my ego and ordered one more drink. I forgot to mention that after living in Mumbai for so long, I realized that I had turned into snob. Like every other Mumbaites (Bandraites, To be precise), I too started believing that there is Mumbai and then there is rest of the world.

It was eleven in the night and we were all high and I was drunk. We were an excited group of people where the Delhi guy and I wanted to dance. My husband was now talking about platonic love in Indian cinema and life. The guy from Uk switched to Hindi and wanted the bartender to play some South-Indian music. The bartender replied – Define south- Indian. Ouch!

I looked around in my drunken state and saw everyone else in Toit were calm, sitting down and enjoying their drinks. As we sit in the Taxi, I ducked my head out. I gazed at the street lights. They looked large and bulbous. My husband, turned at tells me, “After six drinks down, all the women look same.” I laughed as the car stopped near my gate.