I came home to Bangalore on purpose. Lately it feels like the city is telling me to leave.

Everyone asks how it feels to be married. I only have one answer.

My mother likes to say I never lost a pencil or an eraser in twelve years of school. I think that explains most of me.

I've been showing up to small rooms with loud bands since 2012. It's the best education I never paid for.

Communities are the real engines of progress...

Order -> chaos -> order again...

Five fights, no nerves. Somebody said I was playing like Rahul Dravid, and I'll take it.

I don't remember my first win. I remember the loss right after it.

Imagine playing chess where you are the pieces, the board keeps tilting, and nobody waits for your turn.

You can't pitch your way out of side control.

This isn't my first year off. The last one taught me that life isn't a race.