I’m walking on the ocean bed, breathing water in like air, holding a giant stuffed giraffe in one hand and a can opener in the other- when suddenly, my local milkman appears and asks me to follow him to the Railway Station, which turns out to be my childhood school, except that it’s full of people I had once met on a Sound Of Music Bus tour in Salzburg…
When celebrities fall from grace, it is often regular folk, often fans of the offending celeb, who take it upon themselves to restore faith in humanity. Fans of Kanye West transformed his subreddit into a page educating people about the Holocaust; a tattoo removal studio in the UK offered to remove Kanye West tattoos for free.
It’s that time of the year again! When people share gifts, goodwill and their Spotify Wrapped playlists.
For the uninitiated, in December, Spotify compiles a playlist for each of its users to recap their listening habits over the past year. From the song you played on loop for weeks on end, and your top genres to that artist you’ve been obsessed with, your Wrapped is a nice summary of it all.
As the designated DJ in most car rides, I often find myself choosing music that people around me enjoy. I attribute this to my upbringing in a joint family, where I didn’t have much control over what we watched or listened to on TV or the radio. As a result, I didn’t develop a strong personal taste in music and instead gravitated towards popular artists of the time, like Strings, Junoon, and Silk Route. Sonu Nigam was a pop star, and KK voiced the new generation. Bombay Rappers were hip-hop artists, and Sukhbir was a party favourite. I even went to stores with my aunts to buy cassette tapes of these artists. Good times!
A month ago, I got my first real taste of heartbreak. A situationship I was in ended abruptly after 1.5 years because the other person decided that he was just not that into it. Ouch.
Today’s JOT is my attempt to be humourous and wise about this ordeal, even though every time I think about it, it feels like I’m being stung by 500,000 venomous wasps at once (and I think about it 3 million times a day. So that’s 3 million x 500,000 stings in 24 hours. You do that math.)
Want something to do for the weekend IRL?
Do you own an oven?
Can you borrow someone else’s?
If there’s any fictitious character I’m like, it’s probably Chidi from “The Good Place”. If you’ve watched the show, you’re probably already chuckling at my indecisive personality. If you haven’t, I’d like to introduce you to the guy.
Heard of Sex Education? Not the Netflix series, which I confess to not having watched. (Sorry, Scully, it really should have been called Sex Files.) But the actual process of educating young ones about sex, sexuality, anatomy, reproduction, the whole shebang.
Someone I know has a unique YouTube fetish.
Let’s call it real estate porn.
Show and tell videos from real estate agents. Not the lives of the rich and famous or MTV Cr1bs, but a very specific genre – regular people’s houses. I don’t get it.