I was a fussy child who could not develop a taste for any foods. My vegetarian food universe was limited to potatoes, yoghurt and bread. One argument in favour of that is it’s a non-fuss peasant’s meal. But when that’s all you eat, the body (and the mother) cries in ways you don’t want to … Continue reading My understated love for daal (or dahl/dhall as known in London)
https://www.googletagmanager.com/gtag/js?id=UA-109136562-1 window.dataLayer = window.dataLayer || []; function gtag(){dataLayer.push(arguments);} gtag(‘js’, new Date()); gtag(‘config’, ‘UA-109136562-1’); Ten years ago, I unwillingly took a step which steered the course of my life in almost its entirety. I decided to pursue a master’s programme from Symbiosis, which, in theory, was a step back after having spent the previous three years … Continue reading A Decade
[2017 reflections] # I got a new manager at work. I resisted working with him (an Indian male) when I first heard about him. But I am thankful for his influence on my mind. * He introduced himself on the phone as a problem solver. A year later it seems like an obvious fact to … Continue reading N
I have been a non-resident Indian (NRI) for four years. And that has defined a vast majority of my circumstances and actions throughout this time. Everything from my ability to vote for the British parliament to being at the receiving end of puzzled looks for pronouncing words differently from how they’re said outside India – … Continue reading NRI
I watched The Post last weekend. There are two things that I took away from that afternoon. 1. The movie began on an ordinary note and picked up at some point at the one-hour mark. And it only went up from there. 2. Meryl Streep blew my mind with her performance. I know there’s nothing … Continue reading Meryl Streep
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