In a civilization like India which invented cold pressed seed oils and ghee thousands of years ago, and ate them for thousands of years without issues, a foreign company called Dada marketed hydrogenated vegetable fat as a "healthy alternative" to Ghee as early as 1930s and won people's minds with "Dalda."
The power of mental programming by clever marketing is real and dangerous. Indians are going through it right now at an unprecedented rate via social media. Indians are made to hate their own country and look up to superficial others.
Just like hydrogenated vegetable fat with transfats was proven to be dangerous to health decades later, and Indians are turning back to cold pressed oils and ghee, one day everyone will realize they made a mistake hating their own country for some others shown as great now.
But that day may be too late.
You have failed as a city Bangalore if this is the kind of accommodation to provide to the barely privileged. Benchod na khuli hava, machis ki dibbi jitne ghar, na peene ka pani, na network - bkl this is the living standard in supposedly one of India’s best cities
@rapidobikeapp @RapidoCares look at your driver misbehaving when I said I have luggage (I specifically booked an XL because I had luggage)
Driver name: Umesh A
Car Number: KA03AK3581
"Dancing is very bad behavior only when it is Indians doing it in foreign places. If foreigners join in, it becomes an art and celebration of life." - Self hating, Low self-esteem, colonized sepoy minds of India.
Ahmedabad is a hopelessly boring Tier 2 city. Please don’t move here.
Living here is an absolute nightmare:
• Zero Adrenaline: Women are just casually roaming around at 2 AM eating ice cream without fearing for their lives or dodging intense police naka bandis. Where is the survival thrill?
• No Linguistic Pride: If you don't speak Gujarati, nobody even threatens to beat you up or smash your shop's signboards. They just awkwardly reply in broken Hindi. Absolutely no passion!
• No Traffic Trauma: The roads are so wide and well planned that you actually reach your destination in 20 minutes. How am I supposed to finish my audiobooks or rethink my life choices during a 3 hour bumper to bumper commute?
• Missing Action: Someone bumps into your vehicle, and they just say sorry and pay you instead of pulling out a hockey stick. No street fights, no "Tu jaanta nahi mera baap kaun hai." So dull.
• Zero Aesthetic Culture: No underground drug or Udta Punjab vibes. Just boring, safe, sober families existing everywhere.
Honestly, it’s unbearable. Please stay in your happening metro cities, enjoy spending half your life in traffic and keep breathing that sweet AQI 1000 air.
Vaatki Vehvaar
In Gujarati homes, doors don’t really close. Growing up, every house on our floor had its door open from morning till night. You didn’t need to knock or ask. You could just walk in, sit down, eat something, or join a conversation. It wasn’t seen as intrusion. It was just how life worked.
My parents often say that until I was three, I spent more time at our neighbour’s house than my own. I ate there, slept there, played there. There was no tracking or formality around it. It was all natural. They weren’t just neighbours. They were another home.
When we moved to a new house years later, the same thing happened again. Different people, same feeling. Their kids spent most of their time at our place, and we were equally present in their home. Some days, we would just open the kitchen window and ask them to cook something we felt like eating. And they would. No hesitation. We did the same for them. It never felt like a favour.
When Bhumi was pregnant, they took care of her like she belonged to them. After Ziya was born, they didn’t come as visitors. They showed up like family. And now, my little one spends entire days there, just like I once did somewhere else. At any given point there are 6 houses in my society that takes care of her everyday, plays with her.
But when I step outside this environment, I notice how different things feel. In most places, doors are closed. Lives are more private, more contained. It’s efficient, but it feels distant. Something about those open doors made life feel bigger, warmer, more connected.
I feel lucky that across three different homes, I’ve had neighbours who became family and are still part of my life. These weren’t relationships built with effort or intention. They were built by simply leaving the door open.
And now, watching it happen again with my child, it feels like life has come full circle.
Let me educate non Gujaratis on X. 😜 All these are not dhoklas.
1. Dhokla 2. Nylon Khaman 3. Vati Dal Na Khaman 4. Idada
So from today whenever you call everything dhokla, remember this post. By the way we have few more such varieties to confuse you more. 🤣
Let me educate non Gujaratis on X. 😜 All these are not dhoklas.
1. Dhokla 2. Nylon Khaman 3. Vati Dal Na Khaman 4. Idada
So from today whenever you call everything dhokla, remember this post. By the way we have few more such varieties to confuse you more. 🤣