And, that's okay.

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The day I turned 30, my whole life changed. I felt like a brand new man!

I knew that logic was flawed. My dad was never great at logic, especially when he was trying to trick me into doing something.

At the time, the 16-year-old me was being duped into joining the family business. The choice was heavily incentivized, it came with my dream car, a three month trip to Europe with my friends & a guilt-free marriage to my then-boyfriend.

At first blush, the deal wasn’t bad at all. I was given a chance to keep my privileged life, stay in the mould and take the easy way out! …


The faith cleansing ritual of New India.

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It was 2019 and technology had allowed me to be in Shanghai airport while adjusting the mood lighting for my apartment in New York.

And there stood a guy at the end of conveyer belt manually dragging each piece of baggage from a truck onto the belt, one at a time for over 300 passengers.

Even though Kolkata happened to be the capital of the eastern corridor of India, the airport technology wing was running a few years late.

Jet-lagged angry passengers grew visibly upset at the long wait. Before I could reach the belt, a brawl had broken out between the conveyer belt boy & a passenger. …


The faith cleansing ritual of New India.

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It was 2019 and technology had allowed me to be in Shanghai airport while adjusting the mood lighting for my apartment in New York.

And there stood a guy at the end of conveyer belt manually dragging each piece of baggage from a truck onto the belt, one at a time for over 300 passengers.

Even though Kolkata happened to be the capital of the eastern corridor of India, the airport technology wing was running a few years late.

Jet-lagged angry passengers grew visibly upset at the long wait. Before I could reach the belt, a brawl had broken out between the conveyer belt boy & a passenger. …


Coronavirus is not just physically killing us, it is also mentally paralysing us.

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It had already been over an hour and the line hadn’t moved an inch (that’s centimetre in non-American). With great difficulty, I was able to steal a quick glance at the madness inside the store.

My beloved grocery store had turned into Dawn Of The Dead.

A quick mental calculation had to be done.

Let’s say there were X people ahead of me. …


Coronavirus is not just physically killing us, it is also mentally paralysing us.

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It had already been over an hour and the line hadn’t moved an inch (that’s centimetre in non-American). With great difficulty, I was able to steal a quick glance at the madness inside the store.

My beloved grocery store had turned into Dawn Of The Dead.

A quick mental calculation had to be done.

Let’s say there were X people ahead of me. …


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“Does that hurt?”

He said as he pressed his big thumb down onto the painful swollen virtuous finger of mine. Our 61 year old family doctor had not only skipped an important chapter in med school on how reflexes work, but also saved himself an empowered punch on his wrinkly grin from a certain injured feminist who was experiencing a rather unusual lag in her reflexes on that fortunate afternoon.

It was fracture. It still is.

A very painful, inflamed silly one indeed.

You see, the last two months of 2019 had been a giant blur. It felt like I was stooping to new levels of a creativity blocks. …


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For those of you, who might have given a ‘casually-scrolling’ read to my 100 Day of adulting method will have an idea about this piece.

A lot like like my last lab test results, this article is about 160 past its due date.

The week about Discovery,

Your life will surprise you, when you document the everyday mundane chatter.

  • You realize the time you waste, pretending to do things, and then the extra time you waste when you actually have to do them. Finally, realizing how little significance it held in your to begin with. Like, sorting socks based on color and size because a popular bestseller said it might, just might spark joy.
  • You get immensely close to cracking the code on ‘how-am-I-fat-when-I-eat-so-less’. Dear Diary, I can no longer blame the handyman for the missing Nutella jar.


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I’ll be honest, 100 days seem like a really long time. A part of my brain, is already plotting an exit plan as I write this. But, if you think about it — we’re already 69 days into 2019 and I can bet my future house on how many of you have already fallen off the wagon.

Does 100 days still sound so bad to bring forth a permanent change? I’m in!

What’s next?

Let’s talk about my recent discovery on another small-hack-method, 100 days of flow. Its pretty straight forward with a small-dig at leap in faith.

Set an intention.

Surrender your worries, doubts and problems to what you consider your higher self/universe/god/or sadly, for some of you, your government. …


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“Cut, one bold long red line.. scratch another line.. a mammoth of a cross.”

It took him 3 minutes and 33 seconds to go through my heart felt article that I had spent eleven hours, fifty five minutes and twenty seconds writing.

STUPID”, plastered in red right next to my expression of hopes, fears, dreams & vulnerabilities. He spent another half minute in deepening the S in STUPID. Straightening his glasses he looked up at me, cringing his brows he said, “Why is your mind so complicated?”

My english professor Mr.Acharya, was the most critical human I had met. Despite his demanding nature, he was my favorite person in the world. He could cut through any grease and reach the blood diamond, in a matter of seconds. He always presented the simplest solutions for every problem and they would always start with, “You’re thinking too much..” …


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Over the course of last year, 15 people have bored me with “Robots will take over humans”, I received 89 spams about AI conferences on the same topic, 30 odd flop Hollywood ventures have launched and around 300 times my father subliminally inserted it into conversations, trying to prove a point.

So, I guess its happening — Robots are officially taking over our 5,700 year old civilization.

Why not?

You’re spending more time with your machines than you spend with humans.

Last Saturday, my Google Home randomly prompted the height of Everest. That information is quite handy in boring conversations. I do believe, that my Google Home is into some serious kinky stuff, it keeps prompting me bizarre facts about snail reproduction, which also is quite handy. …

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Expressing my thoughts in the best way I know. A story-teller by profession, a writer by passion.

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