Prince Harry pretending not to notice a little girl stealing his popcorn 😍
This is why people love him. Pure wholesome moment
When you let the kid win🍿👑
Man goes to America.
Does PhD. Stays back. Gets job. Starts family. Starts business. Builds fortune. In that order.
Years pass. All well. All perfect. Until not anymore.
Problems in marriage. On the verge. Desperate to separate. Only one hurdle.
California is a “community property” state. Which means that wealth generated during a marriage is generally split 50-50 in a divorce. Whatever man owns of his business, wife gets half of it. Can’t let that happen. Solution?
Transfers almost all he owns to siblings in India. Shares, IPR, the works. Keeps only 5% to himself. And then?
Back to India. Two oceans away from California laws.
Away from American jurisdiction, under banners of “rural empowerment,” “austerity,” and “nation-building,” a new phase of life about to start. Unencumbered with the ghosts from the troubled marriage. But wait...man still married, right?
WhatsApp to the rescue.
Talaq...talaq...talaq.
Sorry, he no Muslim, so no talaq. Just a polite WhatsApp text saying, me want divorce.
Finally free. Unencumbered from the woman’s presence, breath of fresh air. New life. New narratives.
“The recluse” who owns just 5% of his business!
Except, sister safekeeps 47% and brother 35%. Nationalism, austerity, and build-in-India. Potent mix. Man becomes patron saint of Bharatmata’s arrival. But wife unwilling to give up.
Stranded with a specially abled son, woman moves court. In California. Court passes verdict. Man guilty of abandonment. Asked to post a billion-dollar bond. Man appeals. Loses.
Man tries restructuring business. Court says no.
Man must distance himself from the corporate helm at his business to safeguard interests. Steps down as CEO. Steps up as “chief whatever.” Convenient. Effective? Time will tell. But for now...
Quite the rockstar in home country. Writing open letters asking Indians to “come back for Bharatmata.” Basking in hero-worship. Might enter politics, the last refuge, you know.
Unsolicited advice:
Don’t listen to him.
He had to, you don’t. There’s a reason you left home. And that reason isn’t just money. It’s a quality of life your folks back home cannot begin to comprehend.