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TV shows

While binge watching another season of “The Good Wife”, one particular episode intrigued my professional curiosity. If I may say so.

The TV series, The good wife, is a court-drama and the lead is arguing on a case related to Search Engine optimization or SEO! Of course, apart from feeling a little extra excited, I couldn’t help but be in awe of the writing. They made sure the technicalities of SEO were accurate to the T. Especially when this particular season of the show was aired in 2012!

You know those ‘hacking’ scenes they show in movies and how they are just not accurate. I usually considered, by default, most of those as a dumbed down version of what actually happens! 

Television writing for most of American Shows is crisp and intellectually engaging. Not all shows work for everyone, but the quality of Television writing is axiomatically brilliant.  Even the blink-and-miss characters are pretty well-defined. 

At least the writing on Indian Web-series has started picking up if not the Indian TV, which continues to be the same. But maybe we’ll skip the ‘Television’ altogether just like most of India jumped to Mobile phones before Landlines could spread their wires across. A very unusual comparison, but why not ? 

Thankfully, Internet isn’t censored as our Television or Films are; and with numerous investments from YRF to Balaji, along with the existing TVFs and AIBs, can breathe in a something exciting in terms of writing. 

Which show are you hooked on to ?

The Lizard on the fridge

With a hand on top of the grinder, I wait patiently for the semi-frozen ice-cream to smoothen itself.

Yes, I can take my hands off. But thanks to that one hot-tomatino incident and the effort it took to clean up the kitchen, I am extra careful with it.

Anyways, in that minute, I was reminded of a time when I was a kid when Ammi made ice-cream. I would, as impatient a kid can be, open the fridge to check if the ice cream is set or not. Way too often.

I loved the fridge. There used to be something good to eat, always. It was either that or the struggle to get my hands of the bournvita or Amulya.

In order to stop this a plastic lizard was placed on top of the door. And of course, it worked.
Over time I did realize that it was plastic. But still, I couldn’t muster courage to open the fridge. So, I would take a stick and remove it from the door and then carry out the ‘heist’.

You see even when it was clear that it’s plastic, I still had that same fear. The brains take so much time to process new found information.

Sometime later, I would throw the same lizard over to my sister. The screams.

I should try that again! But before that, I should check if ice-cream is set or not.


There’s a certain weirdness in having knowledge of everything that goes on around you. 

The good. The bad and the ugly. Especially, the ugly. 

One particular friend of mine starts off the ‘once-in-a-quarter phone call with Aur kuch gossip bata? 

I don’t usually have any. But she sure does.

We all crave for the, ‘So, what’s going on with that person?’ 

However, on the rare days when I forget my earphones at home, there’s a lot that goes in my ear, other than Ed Sheeran’s Shape of you. And what’s with the song ?! 

Of the many things, I realise people talk a LOT at workplace! I mean, way too much! Of late, I’m even fed with the knowledge of their breakfast menu, their spouses, in-laws, and sooooo many variations of ‘laughter’. 

Every ringtone in a far off cubicle is like an RFID tags that is way too loud for making their presence felt. Even in the washroom. I mean who attends this call along with the nature’s?

In the midst of it all, I miss a few of my colleagues. The discussions. The breaks. The fun. 

Now, forgetting my earphones is akin to attending class without getting an attendance!

People talking-out-loud is just too much information. The one I don’t need. 

The absence of Goal Clarity


A light drizzle, fluttering winds and my resolve of finding silence in the midst of all the honking from traffic jams few meters away. 

All this, when the lights are off. You see, electricity and rains don’t like to meet. 

While talking to Ammi, she mentions the same. Although it’s a relief to have rains when Summer is almost on the door. 

Did someone whispered, “Spring” ? A little loud, please ?

English Medium!!!

Intrestingly, if you ask people, they’ll have their ‘favorite’ season. Rains, Winter or even Summer. The answer is ready!

But frankly, no one likes any one of them. They all like bits of it. 

(Look at me with my ‘they’. As if!!)

No one enjoys the excess of any of the three seasons. Like Summer is fine as long as we’re under the fan. Or preferably an AC! Ice creams. Vacations. And yes, Mangoes. 

And when it rains ? The obsessing over the smell of the soil, bhutta, bhajji, chai. 

Winters make sure that we like the Sun. Becoming lazier than we are. And a mission to help us save the previous water. 

I have to think a little harder to compile a list of what I don’t like. And you know why is that ?

(Rhetorical. Do you think I wait for your Yes?!)

We forget the things we don’t like about these seasons quite easily. Like we crave for rains as soon as the heat goes up and then complain, Why does it rain so much?!

Holistic. We are not. When we think. 

But then, where’s the fun, when we don’t have anything to whine about ?

Shattered Pride

Growing up, we’ve always felt proud of something. A possession. An inheritance. A talent. 

We’ve all been the Kareena Kapoor from Kabhi Khusi Kabhi Gum in our own subtle way. Or in an outrageously similar way.

The pride, fuelled by the society’s idea of what constitutes good-to-have, has grown with us. 

More than the happiness that buying or possessing something, it is the pride associated with having it before someone else. 

It’s normal. Part of human nature. Even the animals. Perhaps.

Our cravings are a result of immitating the same pride on display in others. It is the feeling of replicating that feat that pushes our cravings. In a way, we are after the ‘defined acheivements’ that can introduce us to that feeling. 

Over time, we end up managing to acheive a few of these. Even naturally we are blessed with a few of them. We don’t differentiate in feeling proud either way. It doesn’t matter how they come, as long as they are coming our way. Right?

But the problem is- Nothing’s permanent. It all changes. It all fades away. They all get shattered. To pieces-big and small. 

What’s worse is, being proud of those very things becomes the reason for this. At least in our head. And in others, too.

You look back on what you had then. And what you don’t have now and a dozen ‘Why’s’ fly around your head. 

Without answers, of course. 

reading on the beach


Today is the 92nd day of the year and as per my resolve of writing-every-day of the year, ideally this current post should be the 92nd post.

But then, Ideally, right?

This happens to be the 86th post as I’ve eaten up 6 posts already!

The last two days have been especially difficult to take time out to write. Not that I did not have any content to write on, but there were just too many things to write on, and in the struggle to decide which way to go and battle with my lazy weekend self, I just cold not write.

I planned to write the whole day and even woke myself up in the morning, but just couldn’t get the keyboard moving to type down words for me.

But finally I got myself to come out of my room, cycled my way to this nice place called Starbucks, ordered their fairly expensive coffee and while sitting near the window overlooking the Kormangala road, finally completed the Gokarna Travelogue in one sitting.


I’m yet to add the lovely pictures to the post and hence will upload the same on the other side of the Prime Meridian.

In the hurry to get out of the room and get started on the writing part, I’ve forgotten to bring my charger along, and the battery signals me that it needs food. Like me. But hey, at least I got some work done. Right?

But hey, at least I got some work done. Right?

reading on the beach

The Old man in the beach

As I sat down, after an hour-long stroll at the beach, with a book to read and the sound of waves and the fading heat of the sun gave me company. Solitude is best at the farewell hours of the sun. At a beach. Sunsets are beautiful!

The Gokarna beach isn’t the most crowded. Or perhaps our timing couldn’t have been better to plan a trip to the coastal slash temple town at the borders of Karnataka and a little before Goa.

The beach had families offering puja at one of the corners and just around the time of sunset, something very interesting happened.

This old man, aged around 80, stripped down to his langot to offer the Surya Namaskar. The devotion he had in offering it was amazing. After a few dips and when the sun was almost about to exit from the frame, he went back to put on his briefs and brought with him two empty bottles. At first it looked as if he was draining out something from the bottles but he was actually filling them out to carry it back. I was more intrigued by the process that this old man as. At one point in time when a priest standing nearby tried to help him, his reaction of ‘let me do it my way’ was enough for him to stop. Old people don’t like interference. They know their ‘process’.

When he was finally done, he cleaned himself up, dressed up and walked back towards the road with two bags on his shoulder.

I don’t know whether that was part of a religious custom or not, but the dedication of the feeble old man was amazing. The look on his face was speaking something. As if he’s finishing a duty. For a second, I thought I’ll ask him or even help him pick his bag, but it didn’t felt right. He wanted to do it himself.

As I sit with my laptop after a tiring day of trekking (sort of) and travelling in the humidity, I’m reminded of the old man. Maybe, it gives me a window of ‘what-ifs’ of my own old age or just remembering the old ones who really mattered. And still, do.

In your Opinion ?

I’m currently watching a TV-show called, “The Good Wife” and about to finish the 2nd season. So, no spoilers, please.
The show has the backdrop of a law firm and a lot of legal jargons, courtroom dramas, etc. One of the recurring judges has the habit of asking the attorneys to add, ‘in my opinion’ at the end of each statement. For e.g, if the defense claims that the accused is not guilty of the charges, the lawyer arguing his case will have to say, ‘Your honor, my client is innocent, in my opinion’.
As much as it appears funnily annoying and makes the judge appear to be a jerk. It makes so much sense.
If you can re-imagine all the conversations you’ve had with ‘in my opinion’ you would never be taken for a ride.
Everything one says is an opinion. Even this piece you’re reading now, is an opinion.
I’ll let you in on a Trade secret. Not such a big one, though.
From the time I started writing Movie reviews (, I’ve made sure to not read its review before I watch the movie. Even though I write and want people to read my reviews, I strongly believe (again, in my opinion) that it’s so easy to form an opinion on the movie based on what I’d read prior to watching it. It isn’t like I don’t read reviews but I read them after I’ve written mine.
Sure, we believe someone’s opinion based on their credibility. It does take time for people to build that credibility.
And that’s why all the propaganda starts with making you agree on few aspects of the message to help build their credibility. The brainwash requires a long chain of knots, tied slowly, to chain you up.
People have to realize that a large section of the society, once they’ve build a sizable credibility, will try to reap a few fruits out of it too.
It is critical to have the filter of ‘in their opinion’ to every news, every speech and every action. In the age of cheap social-media driven PR, anyone can become a hero or a villain. The only thing that matters is, whose opinion people give-in easily.
P.S. In my opinion.

There’s a lot in a name

This story popped up on my Timeline a while back.

It describes the ordeals of a 25-year old who faced difficulties in getting a job because of his name.

Saddam Hussain.

It reminded me of how we, as kids who were to appear for our Matriculation exam in the following year, were surprised. Surprised to learn that our friend, whose name was Saddam, has decided to change his name.

If I recall correctly, most of us were of the opinion that its just paranoia. We were kids without the knowledge of how the real world functions. I’m glad he changed his name and avoided unwanted troubles.

I also happened to know a really nice guy with the name Osama. He never changed his name and its been years’ since i met him and he will definitely have a long list of interesting stories to tell.

I do wonder what do people with my namesake are doing ? Will I be responsible for actions they commit or are even blamed for ?

Saif Ali Khan and Kareena Kapoor had to face a lot of trouble for naming their baby, Taimur. Although, I’m glad they did not change it!

Choosing a name is no more limited to auspicious time or letters. A quick Google search of all the infamous personalities is now part of the checklist as well.

Shakespeare wasn’t far-sighted enough, I guess. There’s a lot in a name. Not everything is Rosy after all.

The absence of Goal Clarity

The absence of Goal Clarity

Every dua when I was a kid used to have a few standard things. It was like a long list of things that I asked Allah. I would go like, Ya Allah, I want this, this, this and yes, this too!

Most of those, okay ALL of those, were materialistic things.

When I look back to recall what were those things that I longed for, I’m glad I didn’t get those. Sure, I did get a few of those but not all.

Now, why am I glad that I didn’t get my wishes fulfilled?

Well, those were never the things that I really wanted. Those were borne out of what I saw others with. I wanted those because others had them.

And no, this isn’t that stage of my life when I would get something by crying out or rolling in the mud near our Shop right in the middle of the road to my Abbu’s embarrassment. Oh yes, I was THAT kid.

Damn! Who tolerates this kind of kids?!

All my prayers used to be centered on that list. Every few months, I’ll bump one off the list and add another. And no, I’m not telling you what those were.

What I now realize is, we don’t actually seek a particular thing (or even a list of it), but we crave for a state of content. At least I do now. I’m not clear as to what will give me that state of contentment. The list is gone. I go ahead in adding Aameen to what Hafiz Saab says with a voice in my head, ‘Yes, that’d be great to have’, ‘Yes, that too’ ‘Aameen’. And I say Aameen only when I believe in what he says.

It was so easy to find contentment in that one extra laddoo left on the plate when guests leave and no one’s watching you. Now, even when a box might not bring that same joy.

There are two things here, either as kids, we are clear on what we want or are totally oblivious to what we really need. Maybe looking back, with my adult eyes, it feels different.

I know there are many who still have clarity on what they want from life, from their God, from this world and its people, and that’s so great! Only, I cannot see that for myself.

I imagine the state of fulfillment to any wish to be a plain rather than a peak. Like, when I reach that state I’ll get to enjoy it with others because there’ll be space for all.

The lack of specificity is what life’s current state is. Just like the words that I wrote.


How do you like the change ?

There are a lot of changes that happen at work when it comes to our team’s seating arrangement. Of course, it happens with all other teams, but hey, I’m writing it now, so listen to MY issue. Okay?


We’ve been moved around. A lot. The first time it happened. We were like, ‘Why Us?’!

And over time when it kept happening, we became used to it. Now, we’re like, ‘Oh New Place?’

Anyways, I’m not here to tell you my work story. That’s better for those awkward water-cooler moments.

What I get out of this is the ‘idea of change’. Just a mere thought of it sounds ridiculous. It only results in a collective burst of irritating ‘Why’s’! But when we become okay with it, it’s fun.

Whenever I was at home and Ammi used to see the phone in my hand, the world-famous ‘Aag laga dena re wo phone’ was the catch-phrase.

And just last month when both my parents were here. You know what happened?

So I walk upstairs, after locking my cycle, tired. Stood at the door and saw, Ammi on her phone watching a tv-show on Youtube, Abbu listening to some takreer on the Kindle. I stood there laughing. Stood there reminding them of ‘Aag lagadena wo phonaan ku’ !

Point is, Change is permanent. And as clichéd as this sounds, is a way of life. The longer we take the time to adjust to those, the longer we remain irritated by the thought of it.

Changing how we’ve lived our lives is never easy. We’re so used to ‘our way’. Sure, we all have our tastes and preferences, but nothing is the same forever.

We think of the past as something glorious. It hardly is in most of the cases.

Nostalgia is good. To the point that it shouldn’t stop us from enjoying the present or the future that we’re trying to build. So, it’s good to think, ‘Wish we were in School’ and sigh! But don’t forget how scared we used to get for not doing homework, writing 1000 impositions on ‘I won’t talk in class’ (Yeah that was fun) and tons of other things which are funny to remember NOW!

Things change. Agree sometimes the ‘changes aren’t good’ but that’s how nature is. It’ll change. We have to learn to deal with it. Put on some fun to it even if there’s none.

Waise, change se yaad aaya, 2000 ka change mil raha hai ? (Yet another change, huh :P)

Existence Theories

Existence Theories

Just finished watching, ‘The Lego Movie” and it was something. Very deep and philosophical.

Yea, some of you would say, ‘Not everything is deep’. I mean, okay. If you say so. (No, pun intended).

I’ve always thought of the ‘what-ifs’ like, ‘What if we all are part of someone else’s story? Or what if everyone is part of our story and is only there for our amusement? Or misery?

Like everything is on ‘statue-mode’ when I’m not there and moves around as soon as I notice them. And they’ve perfected it to the extent that I can never catch hold of them.

Yes, it sounds very self-obsessed but just imagine!

Maybe each of us has a parallel co-existence in each other’s story. But we feel that it is our story.

No, strike that. Maybe that’s life, right? (Or Not?) *raises an eyebrow*

Or what if we are part of some Artificial Intelligence led Reality TV show of the future?

No, I hate those! Strike, that too.

What if we have the power to make things happen but we don’t realize it. This can happen, right?

Let me try.

Go make yourself a cup of Coffee and stop writing this post!

P.S It worked!

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