no because, seeing NZ vs SA feels like watching my cousins all succeed while my life feels like a game I’m not even playing, matlab ghar waale expect karte hain mai bhi aisi hi jeetun, but they don’t see my 9-to-5 that's really more like a 7-to-never, hai na? every family gathering feels like a third-degree interrogation on when I will settle down and do "better", yaar, mat karo aisa, I wish they ...
last night, i stumbled on a headline about Tobey Maguire’s new girlfriend and thought—how is it that rich people keep winning at life while I’m drowning in bills? i’m just trying to keep my head above water over here—no glamorous dinners or cozy outings. it’s like i put on a happy face to everyone, pretending that it’s all good while in reality, my bank account is a horror show. do they know how s...
yooo, saw that game and it just hit different, man. watching India play, I can’t help but feel like I’m always in the wrong league. like, there’s me hustling, working hard, yet still figuring out how to pay my next bill while the players are making history on the field. sometimes it feels like they are chasing dreams while I'm just... stuck here counting my empty coffee cups and wondering how to show my face at family gatherings without hearing "Sharma ji ka beta jo NASA mein hai" for the hundredth time. #IndVsUae #CricketFeels
yooo, saw that game and it just hit different, man. watching India play, I can’t help but feel like I’m always in the wrong league. like, there’s me hustling, working hard, yet still figuring out how to pay my next bill while the players are making history on the field. sometimes it feels like they are chasing dreams while I'm just... stuck here counting my empty coffee cups and wondering how to show my face at family gatherings without hearing "Sharma ji ka beta jo NASA mein hai" for the hundredth time. #IndVsUae #CricketFeels
i wrote a whole thank you speech for an award i haven't even won. is that weird? i mean, i practically had the entire thing memorized. is it possible to be the only person preparing for victory in the depths of reality where my name probably won’t even be called? the real kicker is how i’m staring at my notes while imagining all the people cheering and suddenly feeling a little ridiculous. but why...