God really made Messi the ultimate footballer but to make it less obvious gave him a flaw in what should be the easiest way to score.
Leo and penalties are such a crazy thing.
@thekaipullai The Government that starts rounding up these 'parasites', will enjoy insane GDP growth for many years! Can't even comprehend the level of corruption 🥲
Civic apathy in Mumbai should stop being called negligence. It is wilful dereliction of duty and when it kills a resident, it should be called manslaughter and punished accordingly. A precedent needs to be set. Enough of this #SpiritOfMumbai.
Fellow Mumbaikars, the list of things to stay safe from while commuting is ever increasing, especially in the rains
Beware of
- falling concrete slabs/ trees/ hoardings
- potholes and open manholes
- road rage/ wrong side driving /local train arguments
Scaloni's reaction to that Lautaro Martinez winning pen against Netherlands makes me laugh everytime man, bro ran to the washroom after Lautaro's pen 😭😭😭
Does the principle of inversion work in life in general? Does the lack/absence of bad mean life is good? Or do you actively work towards something good?
While we're celebrating Messi becoming the leading World Cup goalscorer, isn't it certain that Mbappe will soon surpass that? He's already at 16 goals vs Messi's 18
It must have been around 2003–04. We were at a beach resort in Langkawi, Malaysia.
Most mornings, my husband, our young son, and I preferred a leisurely breakfast on our deck, but that day we had booked a six-seater speedboat for snorkelling at a nearby island, so we headed to the resort’s breakfast area instead of waiting for room service.
Years of travel teach you small tells. In a resort breakfast area, you can often identify the Europeans, particularly the British and Australians, not by accent, but by their plates: generously, almost anxiously loaded, as if the concept of ‘all you can eat’ might be revoked without notice.
One particular man, in shorts and flip-flops, his plate already piled high with fruit, bakery items and cereals, seemed in a tearing hurry.
My husband stepped aside, making an exaggeratedly polite gesture - please, go ahead.
The man did. Without a glance, without a word of thanks, he moved ahead and loaded his plate even further.
Back at our table, my husband simply rolled his eyes.
At the jetty, as we boarded the speedboat, we found ourselves face to face with the same man and his partner.
And then it began. My first and only experience of passive-aggressive racism.
It started small. As the boat lurched and I slid along the bench, I let out an ‘oops!’
After that, every time the boat swayed, jolted, or a splash of water hit us, he echoed it back. Mocking, exaggerated, and unmistakably deliberate.
Then came the insinuation. Had we opened their bag when they returned to the boat a few minutes after us post-snorkelling? The absurdity of it was almost surreal.
The boat driver, a big, burly Malay who had barely spoken till then, intervened quietly but firmly. Neither he nor we had touched their belongings.
By the time we reached the anchoring point late afternoon, the couple disembarked with little more than a dismissive wave to the driver.
As we got off, he turned to us, apologised on their behalf, and offered us a complimentary tour the next day.
We took it.
That morning was full of fun and relaxed and it helped wash away much of the sourness from the day before.
So yes, there are all sorts.
We Indians, for our part, are not without our own excesses.
We are noisy, often conducting phone calls in permanently activated long-distance mode. We share food enthusiastically, across aromas and consistencies.
Our children develop a special public whine precisely when denied something they have been told not to eat.
And there is almost always an obliging uncle, aunt, or didi ready to plead their case. Entirely human, but also very public.
Every nationality comes with its own idiosyncrasies and oddities. Taken together, they form the texture of travel.
And travel, after all, is also about choice. How you plan it, where you place yourself, and what you seek from it. You can lean into the mix or curate your distance.
When it turns embarrassing, as it sometimes does, you can simply step aside. Observe, disengage, move on.
You don’t have to claim ownership of everything that looks like you.
What if this was an elaborate ad campaign by Sai Sudharsan? Next match, he walks out with a new bat, looks into the camera and says: "for better grip and sheer comfort, switch to MRF."