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Hello Dear, Today the first day of 2160, I woke up to the alarm on my iPhone 151 Pro with its fastest femto technology processor ever which even woke my sub atomic particles up. Of course I am just a consumer like most of the world and there was hardly anything left for mankind to invent anymore. The last of my grand father’s superhuman ring which tracked his last baby steps to misty breath was now used on my robo-dog ‘Aura’ made by Sunny Tech as an accessory ring. This was one girl who really knew when to bark and when I would love her to be silent. Every time Aura went to get that sun without telling me, I knew she was charging her solar cells to live another week to trouble me, demand my time and attention. I could hardly relate to the fun stories I heard about my grand father’s pet ‘Julie’ who had once barked into his heart with her canine beauty. Aura was a different animal for sure but she did fill my pet need and calm my nerves with her tricks and fun even though back of my mind...

On a Friday evening, a quarter of the city was on the road driving back to their hometowns where they had someone waiting for them. The second quarter was seen entering the pubs of Bangalore to savor the spirits which made Gods go crazy. The city was well known for the indulgence that it can offer and was always popular among the youth. A large chunk of home-loving dads and moms were busy planning the weekend to ensure it ended being busier than the weekday. The little that was left after all the quarters and large chunks, were few homebodies. Adam was a proud homebody who never even in his shortest dream also had a thought that he wanted to step out of his house. He was elated by the Kishore Kumar songs that he was listening on his newfound love Caravan. Adam did know that " aanewala pal jaanewala hai"  and if I said to him earlier during the day that " yeh shaam mastani ", he would have pushed me aside bringing out his handy statistics demonstrating how in last 36...

India was much more poorer in the 1990s when my parents while struggling to get us to the next phase of life, gave me a promise that I can get my pets once we have our own land. What my parents meant is quite obvious to me now but in that teenage it was all about literal meanings. It was a time when teachers could successfully trick us in exams asking whether something is a simile, metaphor or conceit. We poor teenagers would feel all as same. Maybe this lack of understanding or maybe the lack of worldly knowledge, I decided to exercise my boon. Before I get there, it is important to throw some light on couple of other escapades which had me featured in my much younger avatars. It could be maybe when I was thirteen that I once found a snow white coloured puppy on the streets of Kochi while returning from school. As any kid would do, I stopped for a while and played with it having time by my side and no competition of attention from others, the puppy would very happily engage with me of...

Reality: Everyone wants to be rich. The very next person you would meet also would tell you their life goal is to get rich. Some wants to travel the world, some wants to build large mansion, some wants to buy great cars, some wants to buy grand jewellery. Whatever some wants, all wants to be rich definitely. All are not born into large business families, and many don't have any support from previous generations too from a fortune inheritance perspective. And most of us don't win lotteries too.  Employment in India: Over 50% of the India's workforce is self-employed which would include new startups, local grocers to your tailor. The employee workforce is around 22% of Indians. Official unemployment in 2024 is around 3.2% and remaining are all casual labourers and unpaid workers. As per key studies,70-80% of self-employed workforce in India earns lesser than salaried employees. Over 85% of the self-employed business never grow or hire employees. About 15-20% of the self-emplo...

While I was riding my decade old Royal Enfield through the woods near my abode, I chanced upon a little cafe buried in the middle of nowhere behind a little Bharat Petroleum station. As always I was in no evident rush that could make me skip it and that really is a happy trait of weekend jolly rides on the wheels of joy. The name of the cafe meant coffee coffee-bean in Amharic and Oromo, which are official languages of the birthplace of coffee ‘Ethiopia’. I didn’t know a local coffee shop would go for such a thoughtful name and it did surprise me.  Bistro welcomed me with a melodious jingle of the hanging wind chimes with few hundred threads up above the ceiling almost touching the glass door effortlessly. A smiling face of the barista made my entry grand and making me feel as if they were all waiting for me to arrive for few days. I looked for a corner seat with no one to make eye contact so I can’t continue my selfish business of thinking, reading and writing. But I was forced to...

We had decided to do the daring drive from Kochi to Bangalore on the latest Harrier EV. The beasts had waited enough for this union and were eager to test each others mettle. The beast in Harrier and the other beast driver in me. My friend and husband had planned to pick me by Noon but had to start from their home by  3pm  after few detours after running some errands elsewhere. I had already started driving around the monstrous Harrier around Kochi city. I silently enjoyed when the roadside bullies in other cars and motorbikes giving way for the beast to pass. On another day, on a different vehicle these bullies would have not thought twice before showing me their true colour in 8K clarity. Who knew that our beliefs were going to be tested that evening and what night had planned for us. The fact that whole India was under construction was well reminded by the road maintenance work on the highway between Kochi to Bangalore. Roads were getting clogged up as a heart with choleste...