Two friends, perhaps in their early 30s, sit talking at the table in front of me. Their conversations are unapologetically loud, punctuated by lots of laughter and “are you f*cling kidding me?!”. Judging by their awkward but tight hug when they walked in, they probably haven’t met in a while. I sit quietly reading my… Continue reading Who else? Who else?
Through my auto journey today, we come across several signals. Each with its own kind of beggars. The usual suspects. We meet a cripple, a mother with a son, eunuchs. Each have their own negotiation strategies that they use, inspiring a different evasion strategy from me. Aap ko yeh bura lagwayenge. Kuch logon ko dhamkayenge.… Continue reading Auto-ride lessons in negotiations.
I find my seat in the flight. 3 kids and 2 infants in a 2 row radius. Check the battery of my ipod; gonna need that. A newly wed couple arrives on the other side of my row. And a gorgeous gentleman takes the seat beside mine. Light teal blue shirt, jeans, octagonal jaw and… Continue reading A flight journey. Too many families. A gorgeous man. And me. (Among others)
(on my way from Mumbai to Baroda) In the train, there's this mother travelling with her two children. The older one, about 3-4 years old, says versions of this to his little sibling, who's only about a few months old, every time it cries: "Mummy is really worried travelling with just the two of us,… Continue reading Sibling negotiations.