Mystories

#1 First day at school .  I really don't remember much about this day—obviously, it was 20 years ago, and I was only 4. I was going to Saint Anthony's Day School nursery. My sister was in the same school. As far as I remember, I had no idea what school even was. My parents knew I was going to cry or be scared, so they came up with a strategic plan to get me there. They called all my elder cousins, brothers, and neighbors, and they all accompanied me to school. I was told we were going to play cricket near my sister's school.  So, they took me there and then told me I had to go to school for about 20 minutes while they arranged the wickets and players. They sent me in, and then all went home, leaving me alone. I realized the truth a few hours later inside the school. All unknown faces and no clue what to do. So, I started crying and screaming, eventually starting a mini-revolt. I began hitting and beating all the teachers, even the principal. They ended up arranging a seat i...

Hey, you finally opened this blog! I don't know your name yet because, well, I haven't named you yet. Haha. You know what? I never thought I'd be writing something like this because I always figured people would only be interested in my story once I'd achieved something big. Well, today is June 19, 2024, and so far, I haven't done anything particularly earth-shattering. This morning, I was reading Ankur Warikoo's book Do Epic Shit , and I realized that maybe your achievements do shape your life's story, but it's the tiny everyday moments—what you see, what you feel, how you react, and what you learn—that are also incredibly important. Maybe if I just tell you about my big successes, you'll learn something good. But if you get to know about all the little occurrences and happenings of my life and how I reacted to them, it might be a much bigger lesson. I know I'll eventually forget all the details of my struggles, my days with family, my happy mom...