Assistant Sales Manager (Pune)

Zero road sense Zombies

What's with this increasing number of people getting obsessed with watching content on their smartphones while driving on the road ? I'm seeing more and more people on BLR roads doing this, like it's the last day of their life and if they don't watch it while driving, something bad is gonna happen to them. Just why ? Why risk yourself and others around you with that distraction ? If driving to your destination is so damn boring, why drive ? Take a cab or some other form of road transportation to reach your destination. We already have chapri Ola's on road, driving with loud music. We don't need more competition on the road. Please 🙂. P.S. a guy crashed into my bike from behind while I was standing at a signal, as he was into some TV show that he was watching on his phone. He had his child in the back seat. He looked like an educated professional, in their 30s, but has this careless chapri habits sadly. Not good people. Not good.

Any discord server for sports/books/interests communities?

I am looking for online discord servers that host offline events. Can be sports, book clubs & common interests(cinema, stories, music). BANGALORE only. Want to join some of these communities and meet new people.

Hey Guzaarish.....locked for life

The Song That Took Me Back This morning was like any other—a blur of packing lunchboxes, shouting gentle reminders to sleepy kids, and navigating the endless to-dos of a mom’s life. I was in the middle of my daily dance, juggling idlis and chutney, when a song started playing in the background. Not just any song. Our song. Aamir and Asins love story ...AR Rahman composed ....from the movie Ghajini....Hey Guzaarish.... Seventeen years ago, we were just two young, naive dreamers discovering love in its crazy form. I remember the way he looked at me that day, his eyes filled with nervous excitement, as this very song played softly in the background. “Will you say yes to me?” he had asked, his voice trembling. That melody became the soundtrack of our love story—the one we cherished, the one that made my heart race every time I heard it. And here it was again, after all these years, sneaking into my chaotic morning. My hands froze mid-motion. For a moment, I wasn’t standing in my kitchen surrounded by steaming idlis and half-packed lunchboxes. I was transported back to that time, that place, where love was new and life felt boundless. I looked around. The song still played, but now I am the mother of his three kids—our three kids. The love we started with was still here, only fuller, richer, and more layered. It was no longer just in the way we looked at each other but in the chaos of our children, the quiet teamwork in our daily grind, and the comfort of knowing he’s still my partner in everything. I glanced at him across the room. He was tying a tiny shoelace, his face calm, unaware of the storm of emotions I was feeling. This is us now—parents, partners, and still, somehow, the same two people who fell in love all those years ago. Life doesn’t stop to let you bask in moments like these, but this morning, I let myself feel it all. The music faded, but its magic stayed. Seventeen years ago, he asked me to say yes. This morning, in the middle of my busy mom-life as his wife and the mother of his three kids, I realized how much that “yes” has meant.