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I Found Somebody Who Can Love Me At My Worst

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I found somebody who can love me at my worst.  Who clicks selfies with me when I'm sleeping with my mouth wide open I found somebody who loves my strawberry thighs, Who has a super cool yet dramatic family just like mine, I found somebody who is ready to learn an alien language because why not, Who is my reel and real boyfriend, I found somebody who comes kilometres apart to have a cheese grill w me, Who sings like nobody is watching, who flexes sticky notes, I found somebody who shares his birthday with Big B and is super Bollywood than him, Who loves beaches and couldn't care less about it because things he loves are just as infinite as his love is,  . . . I found somebody who can love me at my worst.

Poker? DUH!

Did poker happen to me?  It wasn't poker, but my father and all of my family members hyped Kumar Mama's game. I kinda won in a random card game against him when we were in the train going to our native place. So maybe that's were all of this started!  My grandmother gave my mother a few pastings for playing cards with her family members. She also made my uncle take a bath before entering the house because on a random hot sunny day, he decided to play cards. Today, I write about card games for a living. Praise the lord, that woman is not alive anymore, haha!   Poker let me write and explore everything else that I loved to write, act and be. I tried my hand at Instagram reels, script writing, and more. I've initiated interviews with poker players at 12 AM and spoken  Poker helped me pursue a secret project!  Poker helped me find my mentor!  Poker got me closer to right and wrong people!  . . . . . This is a developing story, entirely based on how long I write, I am at thi

7 Reasons To Love You More!

 I like your friendly banters,  I like your smile, I like how you pull my leg in Whatsapp group chats but send heart emojis across in pc, I like how you make ugly faces while we video call,  I like how you wake up in the wee hours just to see me in sweaty yoga pants, I like how you promise me gifts, but you hardly know any of my favourites! Haha!  I like how warm waffles make you smile! 

Bandra.

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Bombay is beautiful. Okay, not all parts. I've always envied Bandra but the whooshing sounds of auto rickshaws was always a turn off. I explored Bandra with a different set of people. I've been to the church with several loved ones. I've made promises, I've broken promises. I've laughed, admired and drowned in the sound of my laughter.  The first few memories of Bandra was when I attended the Mother Mary fair with my neighbours. Walking through the aisles of Bandra church, looking around for the smallest souvenir I could take home, going to their relatives' places, gosh what a beautiful time. A few years later, I explored parts of Bandra from the gates of National College. Some days with my college friends, sitting at Carter's, Bandstand, cafes. From going to Bandra for a cup of coffee at 11 PM to sitting at Carter socials with my favourite girl, Saachi, Bandra has seen it all. Years later, my favourite girl Amrutha was in Bombay for a conference. The reside

Love Notes 101

 I promise to be yours till human beings flock to the moon.  Till Alice finds a way to our dirty dark world, Till chocolate becomes a sedative, Till aliens invade our planet, Till you and your grandchildren bully me for making the first move. Love and lot's of Love❤

Love Notes 101

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Pushing you to do more.  Pushing you to take the last drag. Streets of this place resonate with all that I like. Reminds me of times I have spent with my boys and my girls. On a Sunday morning, i spotted myself in a quaint street which was absurdly silent and offered all that i wished to take in.  It smells like no human existed| Has the silence of Bombay from olden days| Exhibits old grey structures with minarets| Pushes you to go meet the sea|  An amalgamation of all that your heart wants in a day or night. Surprisingly, at night, it is bustling in one street and silent like a funeral in the other.  I stood in the middle of the street, in the wee hours of the day, on an otherwise busy road to stare and probably take all of it in me.  Is Colaba your secret hideout too? 

Maanguyile Poonguyile? WTH?

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I need to and I have  to start with this. My parents are growing old and love jamming to old songs at night. Post 10 PM, it is their time and they are allowed to play retro music however loud they can.  One fine day, some random Maanguyile Poonguyile started playing and i had no option but to stare at the television. I noticed a lot of difference in the way things are looked at today and how it was in the past. We must remember that films are a way in which one can capture what is going on at that particular time/era.  This particular song is from the film Karakaatakarn, directed by Gangai Amaran in 1989. Here are a few things i noticed.  Men wearing expose clothes In this particular song, the man is a singer/dancer who performs in temples. His attire is literally as colourful as anything could get and has frills. Readers, it does not stop there as the colours were hot blue, orange, and more.  Protagonist wearing heavy makeup In this specific song, the so-called hero was seen wearing l

I Like Where I Brisk Walk

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It was a bright sunny day and I had dressed up perfectly to take that brisk walk. Sleeky pants high up on the waist, a not-so-tight t-shirt, the mobile holder on the arm, watch on the wrist, and jogging shoes, ofcourse.  When I was walking and came near a traffic signal outside the Raymond Store at Breach Candy, two not-so-douche blackguards were standing on opposite sides of the road and clearing the traffic. Just when the time was right, a tangerine-coloured vintage toy swiftly came out of the milky white mansion of Raymond Store and got on the road. The car went past me, two police jeeps followed and a few other fancy cars paraded the road.  This is an everyday phenomenon here. Dogs wearing shimmery jackets, adolescent skinny boys cycling, and sugar daddies on their balconies. You come across boutiques, women's boudoir behind shiny french windows, drugstores, lux vanity stores among others.  I often take the Breach Candy - Warden Road - Stephen's Church Circle - Priyadarshi

It's not love. .

  It's not love, It's just you and me It's not love, It's just the hatred It's not love, It's just the way you look It's not love, It's just the fact that we cannot be together It's not love,  It's just the feud It's not love, It's just the secret It's not love, It's what I see in you It's not love, It's that night we spent together It's not love, It's just you and me.

Amateur fishermen turn to the sea to make amends meet.

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It looked like it was that time of the year, amateur fishermen loudly calling out to each other, carrying huge stacks of nets to get their best catch. Little did we know, to make ends meet during the lockdown (due to the coronavirus pandemic), the nets were/would be laid 5-6 times in a row! The men from Darya Nagar rahivashi sangh mainly work as drivers, fruit sellers, cooks etc. Multiple of them have been jobless or paid partially during the lockdown. The Darya Nagar rahivashi sangh, (south of Mahalakshmi temple) situated at the bay, has made it conducive for men from various professions to try their hand at fishing. Since 1963, men from this slum have always resorted to the sea to earn an extra penny. Due to the lockdown, the fish caught in March and April were not taken to Sassoon Dock local fish market, as it always was. Fish are sold by the process of bidding at the Sassoon Dock market, which used to help them sell their catch at a higher rate. Fishing on this coast was started by

Swiggy Akka

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What do you think is the difference between you and a Swiggy delivery woman? Oh, nothing much actually! On the day when i met her, she was wearing a wet swiggy tshirt, because she only has a single swiggy Tee.  Her namer is Uma. Uma is the mother of a baby boy, she drives a scooter. and is an introvert  I had met her for an interview. She was very skeptical to answer to my umpteen questions.  Unlike us, she does not get restless if the food ordered at the restaurant does not come on time.  Unlike us, she does not sit in the dining area, she waits at the lobby or at times outside the restaurant.  Unlike us, she was not even offered a glass of water at the restaurant.  Swiggy gives you the liberty to choose shifts, and hence Uma comes for delivery only according to her preference. "People that order keep calling, but at times forget to say thanks!" says Uma.  I almost lost sense of time, and travelled from Madhya Kailash to Adyar to The story of a Chinese Chef, to Ganga sweets.

A letter to Sri Lanka

You beautiful woman, I will set afoot on the quest. To unearth every nerve and trail my way through roads that would lead me to the darkest stories that my people are waiting to say. The trail will lead me to the people whom you haven't comforted enough. To the ones who have been unable to sleep peacefully on your chest. You are a blessing to my rival, but o woman, why are you turning a blind eye to my forefathers friends? Why are you running on an escape treadmill and soothing yourself with buckets full of tears and blood? You are the answer to the millions that left your land through the civil war.  Let me in. Lend a shoulder to the one in need.

From where I stand.

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    Bombay is evolving,  Oh, it is Mumbai now! It already has.  I see little elves walking on the stones that they laid, Trucks dumping earth on the seabed. Decades ago, there was water where I live today. Dad and his friends also grew up on this coast They swam to kill time.    When the sea hit hard, they feared.  When the sea hits hard, we no more fear, Mankind envies concrete jungles.   My children will only hear stories and see pictures. Will they be able to sit by the sea? It is like your favourite season of the year. Gushing winds and stormy days. Roaring waves and conch shelled coasts, Hues of the sun, remains of the day!   How do I vocalize?  Watching coconut trees swaying on full moon nights,  Shoals of fish in the water when looked at closely, Flocks of white migratory birds during December mornings!   My grandfather sailed his way to this city,  Fruits of his labour, we devour today. Legacy gave us houses and the coast. The coast, we believed was ours. The coast that daily w

Pot- at- Toe

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When in school, the earliest memory of hanging out with friends began roughly when we were in 6th or 7th grade. The only feasible place was Mcdonalds and the potato they serve. We would take cabs after school to Sobo Central to devour french fries. With time, our obsession for Mcdonalds knew no boundaries. All my favourite people have eaten fries with me, at least once. (Not even exaggerating).    My association with potatoes goes way back. Definitely after we started going to McDonald's during school days but even before high school you know. It was when a friend had hit puberty and started to have prominent acne. How easy was it to nickname her a potato mainly because she had a round face with some serious teenage issues.  Bullying just passes as any other thing during years of schooling but the mark remains etched in your heart. Growing up, I was extremely cautious about my skin colour. Though nobody actually bullied me, my best friends called me "Black beauty". I wond

SEX EDUCATION ???

(Long read but you should read) Imparting sex education to children as a compulsion has become a huge deal since digitalization hit us, globally. What it has done to you and i, is beyond providing information at a click.  State board education is a less cared about affair in India. The school I went to was in one of the prominent places of Mumbai. Geography classes have never taken place with a map hanging on the wall. Language was a compulsion. An imposed variant.  A few teachers explained biology with PowerPoint presentations while others chose to skip the chapter. A few days into seventh grade, a woman explained menstruation to around 200 students.   Briefly beginning with good touch or bad touch from the time when the child is in third grade and then proceeding forward according to their age.  Censorship plays a huge role in the upbringing of children. Indian parents switch channels on the television to avoid young ones from watching explicit scenes. Today, the patte