Digital Marketing Manager

The market can pay

I'll share an interview experience which made me think beyond recession A remote, content startup based in Bangalore was actively hiring last year (end of 2022). I applied for role of Enterpreuner in residence (whatever tf it means), mentioned to be 100% remote I reached out to one of three founders, he though pointed out that it will not be remote and I'll have to relocate. Probably a red flag, but didn't see too much into it He loops in second Co founder, who is nice. Shares a plan for interview, with a content assignment (free work?!) and asked my expected salary. Did the assignment, got feedback, not rejected 🤭 I asked for 19-22LPA and they agreed. 1. It was more of long form content creation role 2. I did not have formal experience of content, only side projects I had to pull out of the interview due to personal reasons which would have restricted my relocation. But this really made me wonder how much can market give? Now, I am not sure if the startup was really dumb to throw so much money or I was actually very good 🤔

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.

The most misleading chart ; The scale begins from 5 feet 😂😂