Last week, I went to Decathlon to buy a pair of socks. But before I proceed, let me tell you how to find out whether you are lower middle class or middle class. If you buy one pair of socks, you are lower middle class…middle-class people always buy socks in packs of three or five. … Read more
One of my readers recently accused me. She said, I had dumped all childcare on Rekha, made her take multiple career breaks, ruined her mental and physical health, and now I had come to give gyaan. Naturally, I replied with the only truth available to me. “How I wish I had that much control over … Read more
It is nice to know that strangers on the internet are worried about my wife’s mental health, while my wife is worried about my travel start-up, my cholesterol, my driving, my eating habits, whether I locked the door, and why I am breathing like that. And yes, she did go once. To understand why she … Read more
With age, Rekha’s anxiety has only become sharper. Earlier, she would worry about normal things – whether the gas knob was off, whether the main door was locked, whether the kids had eaten, whether I had eaten, whether I had eaten too much, whether I had eaten something I should not have eaten. Now, she … Read more
When Rhea said she wanted to study Culinary Arts at the Institute of Hotel Management, Aurangabad, my first reaction was to ask her why a woman would study so much only to end up in the kitchen for the rest of her life. But since both Rekha and I knew that parenting is often the … Read more
Since summer holidays have begun, I have travelled by Vande Bharat a few times – to Bangalore, Mysore, and right now, I am on my way to Madurai. In my younger days, train journeys were simple. Now everything has changed. Vande Bharat is not a train. If you have been in one a few times, … Read more
This is part 2 of how my wife fooled me into going on a trip by running her hand over my chest. It’s best enjoyed if you have read part 1 – visit my profile. Last Saturday, I went to Mahabalipuram with my wife, her four girlfriends, and their husbands. I know what you’re thinking. … Read more
Last week, my wife rolled towards me in bed and reached for my hand. After 20+ years of marriage, I knew this was a dangerous move. As a weapon, her hand ranks just below Schwarzenegger’s AMT Hardballer in Terminator, and well above whatever Sylvester Stallone was waving around in Rambo. I closed my eyes and … Read more