shyam

In the ongoing debate surrounding which gender is stronger, the answer remains elusive, and it's crucial to recognize that strength comes in various forms, transcending physical attributes. As a male adolescent, I grew up with the stereotype that men were inherently more assertive and that physical strength defined what it meant to be strong. However, I soon realized the fallacy of this belief and the significance of strength in the face of adversity, exemplified by the women in my life. My mother, a symbol of resilience, shared her childhood stories of overcoming numerous obstacles and defying societal norms at a time when women faced significant challenges. She was one of seven girls among sixty students in her college class, defying gender stereotypes with her pursuit of education. As a young boy, I failed to comprehend the magnitude of her achievements and the struggles she had to endure. It was a privilege I didn't fully grasp until later in life. Meanwhile, my father,...

“Will you be able to manage by yourself in Delhi?” My mother’s concern echoed in my mind as I made the decision to move to my new job in 2014. Excitement mingled with uncertainty as thoughts of a new place, a new job, and new people filled my head. My earliest memories of Delhi were etched in my heart, dating back to the winter of 2000 when my family and I ventured there from our hometown in Hyderabad, South India. The cold weather at Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station took us by surprise, but we found solace in a tiny yet cosy room in Karol Bagh. Exploring the city’s diverse cuisine became a cherished adventure for us, indulging in every local dish we could find. Amidst these culinary adventures, we also explored the historical gems and vibrant markets of the city, each moment etching a lasting impression in our hearts. During a trip to Agra, I was mesmerized by the fog that enveloped the highway, making it feel as though we were passing through clouds. While journeying through ano...

 "...you should write more", was what my wife said after reading my blogs. She had no idea I could write when she first read my blog four years ago. The content of my blog brought amusement to her, and it sparked a desire in me to write sooner. However, I was indecisive about the right topic. I wrote my last blog in my first workplace during a quiet ' Tuesday '  afternoon   (those who know, know) about seeing myself in the future . I wonder if the old man is still around? The past ten years have been filled with countless memories—a whirlwind of change. I got married, became a father to a daughter, survived Covid twice, and changed jobs multiple times. I relocated to Chennai, Delhi, and Bangalore, and finally returned to where it all began, Hyderabad. In an age dominated by vlogs and podcasts, I never thought I would find myself drawn back to writing blogs. Yet, there is something about writing that continues to entice me. In my upcoming blogs, I plan to share the...

...........or atleast that's what I thought it was. It was again a dull Tuesday Morning and I was waiting to get X-rayed, I was getting a few tests done and one of the tests included this one. Just a few minutes ago I just had my blood samples collected in three different tubes at which time I asked the lady "Will it hurt a lot?" and I am very sure she laughed behind her surgical mask. After the blood samples, she pushed a small plastic container on the wooden desk towards me and asked me to get it filled with my watery waste and I promise there is nothing more humiliating than carrying the filled container all the way towards the end of hallway with people on either side. As I sat waiting to be called inside the X-ray Room, I heard a low dry cough and when I looked to my left there was an old man about 70 years or more, his skin was drooping, especially his cheeks. The drooping and the skin of his colour reminded me of a South Indian sweet dish. He was o...

What the doctor said: In this test, there will be a tube inserted inside ur anal region,you might feel some discomfort and u will be cured What I heard: In this test, a tube will be shoved up ur arse, the pain in the ass will be unbearable & u'll be screwed

"Dude...did u watch the video of iPhone 4S...they have come out with something called Siri......it reads ur messages, u can speak back to it and it answers ur query....I can't explain watch it in YouTube"....Gokul then played the video and we just sat there amazed at the new phone. My tryst with phones went as back as 2002,when mobiles were just coming into the country and only few could afford it. Few people bought for real reasons and few just bought it....and my dad was among the latter. He purchased a Motorola which had a blue backlight and it was one of the best phones i had seen at that time. The blue backlight mobile stood out amongst the black & whites. The incoming call rates per minute could easily buy a common man his breakfast. Still my dad said "It's convenient & i don't know I just like it".....and that was the i fell in love with them. Me and my brother would take turns to see it, the Blue Led would flicker once few seco...

“Dude…you quit smoking? Have you lost your mind? We are Victors…we always smoke…” This is how the reaction is when someone from my group says he quit smoking, it’s typical but that’s what made us Victors….Ravi Teja a.k.a King Teja, Arun a.k.a Juli, Hemanth a.k.a “thapraaa…” Chala & me (we had different names for different reasons)…occasionally Tapan would join us. The victors were born because of one same habit everyone had…and you must have guessed it by now. Except juli, the rest four of us were from the same college…anyways this blog isn’t about the college fun we had, this is about the no-sense talks we had at NR, the bashing up of a guy, etc. Our usual day together would start either at NR, Necklace Road or Sherton Cafe in Paradise. The hangout place at NR was a MMTS Station; it had a large entrance at one end at the station at the other end, two partitions in between with grass patch on it, the usual sight was some kids playing cricket, a lorry sprinkling water on t...