New Found Love

Here again, after a huge gap. Thanks to my phone. Yes, I’m in love with my phone so much that it deserves a page in history. It has been my support, strength and guide amidst these tough times. Ok…a tad too much now. Getting to the point, in the last seven months I’ve been asked many questions about my choice of phone. Quite understandable, since it’s a fairly new device. The Google Pixel. But majority of them wanted to know why not an iPhone? Here are my reasons to love Pixel.


Disclaimer: Beware! The iOS v Android war will not end anytime soon. So don’t break your head and mine because I’m not here to prove a point. 

 1. Unlimited Storage

Have you ever seen a batsman’s eyes before he hits a six? That was my expression when I first read about the unlimited storage in Pixel. I’m one of those many guys who owns a DSLR for no reason. After using it for 6 years, I realized I’ve taken more photos on my mobile. The effort in storing all these photos or taking a constant back up to clear up space is something my lazy bones didn’t appreciate. So, when Google offered unlimited storage for photos taken on Pixel, it felt like a free upgrade to business class. 7 months with Pixel now, and no storage issues w.r.t photos so far. And I’m using the 32GB model.

2. Camera

I take a lot of shitty photos, but shit needs to be clear, period. I read about the phone’s camera rating here and prepared myself to try it hands-on. I’ve taken a lot of selfies over the years and they all turned out good, but pixel made me realize how gruesome my face is. That’s when I knew this phone can capture an object as it is. It can take great photos in low-light conditions too without any lag.

3. Pure Android Experience

Because I’m selfish, I want to receive the software updates as and when they roll out, and Pixel promised updates for next 2 years at least. That’s all I wanted. I felt betrayed when Motorola didn’t provide the Nougat update to my previous phone (Moto G 3rd Gen). Plus I’ve seen other devices which customized the OS with their own apps and styles, way more than what I wanted. I wanted a simple and clean android OS.

4. Display & UI

I don’t like big fonts. Apart from Samsung, no other major android phone had this option of reducing both the font size and display size on the phone. The pixel made minor tweaks to its UI and display which definitely pleased my eye. Hands down, there’s no competition to Apple when it comes to UI, but Google almost made it with Pixel.

5. Google Assistant

At first, I thought this would be more or less like Siri. I had an iPhone for 4 years, and apart from asking a lot of stupid questions to Siri, I used it to set alarms once in a while. It had a hard time understanding my accent. I believed Google had an edge here because the voice search worked pretty well even before the assistant was launched. Siri is witty while the assistant sounds more like a robot. Then why do I prefer the latter? Imagine you had a personal secretary/assistant at work. What do you use them for? Definitely, you won’t play around with them asking silly questions. You just need them to get the task done. Google assistant made my life easy that way. You know the phrase ‘bhavano ko samjho, that’s what assistant did. It not only understood my voice but also the intention behind it. Ok, maybe, I exaggerated a bit but now I use it to call friends, setup reminders, send short messages, for navigation, take screenshots and sometimes to play games. It does a lot more too, which you can figure out for yourself online.

Well, I think those are my top reasons. Now, you might say the Pixel is not waterproof, has got only one speaker, doesn’t have a great body design etc. Yes true, but I have no intention to dive into a pool with my phone. I don’t go around blaring my phone speakers in public spaces. And we are used to mobile cases which completely hide the design.

Wow, that’s almost 700 words about my phone and too much to attract an evil eye. I should consider getting a case like the one below. Later!



I don’t know

Aren’t you feeling anxious, now that you’ve crossed 30?, my twin sister asked. Anxious about what? Don’t you feel life is running too fast and you don’t know if you will be able to do all those things you dreamed of? I never had many dreams or expectations in the first place, I replied.

This is an easy statement. It sounds like I’m taking an easy route for a living. It sounds like an escape. It’s succumbing more than enduring. Success and failure are mere bodies, minus the soul, in these transitory moments. I’m still looking for answers to the most basic questions. What do I like? What makes me happy? Is success rated by weighing your high vs low moments? Like a see-saw, except, when one entity starts weighing more than the other the fun is all gone.

I’ve become too boring and philosophical over the years. I can’t believe I just wrote an entire paragraph defending my laziness. This is what happens when the mind contradicts the heart. What am I trying to say here? Nothing but the usual, which is always incomplete.


She wanted me to write something about her. It seemed like a mountainous job, for I didn’t know what I’ve been feeling ever since I married her. There were no butterflies in stomach, never day dreamed about her, hardly spoke on the phone for hours. Do I really love her? What is love? Is it the feeling I had when I saw my first crush in school? Or is it the feeling that drives us to do the craziest things on earth?

Holy moly! Why did I marry her then? She asked me this question a hundred times but never got a satisfactory answer. Do I have an answer? Can there be a reason behind marriage? If yes, does it become conditional? ‘Do you love me?’, she asks. I stare at my own thoughts.

It’s been almost two years now. Neither my life nor my lifestyle has changed. She let me be myself. I know no one loves me the way she does. How do I know? I just know. What does she do to make me feel that way? Nothing much. She screams, she fights, she does what she wants. Then how does it make me feel good? Because that’s exactly how I want her to be. She is not my better half. She doesn’t complete me, because I hardly start anything for her to finish. She does it all by herself. I love her not for what she does, but for what she is.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my opposite!


There was a cold day…

I haven’t experienced snow. I haven’t experienced sub zero temperatures. I never lived in antarctica. As a hyderabadi, I never thought i’d rant about weather. This winter has been exceptional though. I always loved winters but this season I realised how much I underestimated the power of winters. I even wore thermals for the first time ever.

Every object lying around is cold. I get down from bed and the floor sends a cold current through my legs. I struggle to stand near the wash basin while brushing my teeth; although most of us like to walk around the entire house while brushing teeth. Hot water becomes cold too soon and clothes, instead of offering us protection, have become lethal.

I had been to agra last week and the experience was no less than a nightmare. It looked like Sun had asked rain to hold the fort while he went on a long vacation. A very bad choice, I must say.

Soon as I came back to hyderabad, I saw people wearing surgical masks and talking about vaccinations to prevent swine flu. I don’t think the ground situation is too bad, yet these hospitals and clinics are exploiting our suspicion. Give a chance, they might even quarantine cases of common cold.

Hoping for a deadly summer this year.


Q: How did the English guy ask his Hindi servant to open the door?

A: There was a cold day!

As Good As Dead

When I started writing blogs, almost 8 years ago, my only aim was to entertain the reader. I dreamt of creating ‘energy’ through this medium. I had a quote on the sidebar, back then on blogger, “one post a day keeps boredom away”. I had so much to write when I was in college. I thought my readership will grow once I start working as I assumed an entire organization might start following my blog. How stupid was I. Things changed..err, in fact my thinking changed after I started working. I had more to complain than to write. Frequency of my posts came down year after year and the inspiration to write further took a beating when some guys suggested that I should write columns for Deccan Chronicle or The Times of India, because I always considered them as substandard. I know my language skills aren’t that great too. These days I write because I have a blog and I don’t want to delete it. I’m supplying it with enough words to survive but it’s as good as dead. Will it come back alive? Sachin Tendulkar knows!

Kya tho bhi!

Any event that is being discussed more than required starts to annoy me. A lot of such events/processes are already discussed at work which are unavoidable. You like it or not, sometimes, you have to be part of a never ending conversation. That’s the problem with words. A picture with a beautiful caption attracts more eyes than a picture with no caption. Over the last few weeks, there have been many such events that went viral. Terrorist attacks, Dhoni’s retirement, outrage over PK, New Year, etc.

Is it really so important to have an opinion on everything? The moment you choose to be silent, it’s misunderstood as being ignorant. I’ve seen expressions on few faces which are like ‘how can you be so calm and not react?’. You like it or not, you got to have an opinion. Debating about an event on any social platform is just pointless. It just never ends. There’s just so much anger everywhere. The 9 PM news hour is one of the best example. Our approach itself concerning. We need people who can make a story out of nothing, who can engage audience to run a show, like big boss, that is of no help. There are just so many things. Not sure if i’m over-reacting or the world has indeed become a weird place to live in.