@SBICard_Connect@delhivery who is authorising random delivery guys to verify my Aadhaar for credit card delivery. It’s not some random info to be thrown around for mundane things
Indians are capitalists as long as school fee are regulated, hospital bills under check, cab fares are regulated, labor is cheap. The moment you change that, our socialist core awakens. Why pretend, just embrace. It’s not wrong, it’s who we are. Socialist.
Being a ghewar lover I can understand people dissing after having one from Jaipur as their first. You have to go to Jodhpur to fall in love with ghewar!
Isha Ambani.
In all her finery.
At the Met Gala.
Dripping with diamonds.
Fawned on by her slave SRK.
The muse...
Of Viral Bhayani.
Of Manav Manglani.
Of Dabboo Ratnani.
Yet something felt empty.
No Veuve Cliquot or Moet Hennessey.
Could quench that emptiness.
Or lack of purpose.
That Isha felt.
She went to Jaggi but his Isha was different.
She went to Sri Sri.
But the Art of Living
Was inundated by engineers.
Poor lonely rich Isha.
Daddy ran the boardroom.
Hubby was busy with pickleball.
Brother Anant was happy with his elephants.
What about Isha?
And then she felt a tap
On her shoulder.
It was a simple elderly lady in a cotton saree.
She was holding a Reynolds 047.
"Write," she said. "The pen is mightier than the sword."
Then she vanished in a puff of smoke...
THE BEGINNING
JFK Airport, New York City.
Immigrations had rounded up 500 Indians. They all had BTech degrees and Dell laptops.
Their luggages were identical too. VIP suitcases. 10 family packs of Masala Maggi. 20 MTR ready to eat veg pulao boxes. Wagh Bakri masala tea packs. One pressure cooker. 20 packs of ITC Gold Flake Kings from Bangalore Duty Free. 5 kg Kohinoor basmati rice. MDH Garam Masala packets. Fogg deo.
"This has to be a racket. Who is your leader?" asked the TSA agent wearing a red MAGA hat.
Suddenly, he was blinded by a flash of lightning and a strong gale of wind. Because a simple elderly lady in a cotton saree had materialized. "They all have H1B visas," she quoth. "Without them, your economy will grind to a standstill!"
In the distance, the cleaning staff cheered, as the Stars and Stripes got lowered, and the Tricolor started rising. Out of nowhere, AR Rahman and Sivamani appeared. "Bharat hum ko jaan se pyaara hai," sang they, as all the H1B holders fought back tears of pride.