Video Games

Three years ago I went to a video game convention in Abu Dhabi. It was modestly sized, and had a variety of platforms and special guests from the scene. I was surrounded by kids and younger adults, some in wonderful cosplay, and I felt very much like a spectator and not a participant. Some titles…

Post eXchange

The cleaners changed the chemicals for the bathroom, and when I walked in I found myself awash with melancholy. I remembered the same smell from 10 years ago. It was the same chemical smell of sterilization that softly wafted through the Post Exchange at Camp Casey in South Korea. In that moment I was flooded…

Our Wedding in Kochi

  The metropolitan city of Kochi is filled with migrants and tourists alike, and is no stranger to the sight of a foreigner walking through the streets, shops, and local scenery. However, from the looks of the guests at the Grand Hyatt, it was apparent that seeing a westerner clothed in the golden garments of…

On “Non-Traditional” Education

I used to work as an intern in an university. I was completing my Master’s Degree in Educational Administration and assisting with the Dean of Students. While truthfully, most of my days were endless excel sheets, I was privileged to work on programs like Bystander Awareness campaigns for sexual assault and Focus Groups on campus…

How We Met

A lot of people ask how Arjun and I met. Dubai is a crazy place, and the dating scene is abysmally ridiculous. Anyone who has spent time here single knows that it’s a jungle full of transients, fakes, flakes, and cultural clashes. I myself suffered my experiences of horrible first dates, underhanded ghosting, and being…

A Life in Disarray

As all the Justin Timberlake memes have foretold, it is now May. It’s a bit shocking to think that the year is nearly halfway over. It’s also a bit anxiety inducing to feel that I’ve not budged much on my personal goals. I’ve made progress, for sure, but I’m not where I want to be…

On Stuff and Things

The first time I left home, I was 17 and starting university. I had packed all the necessities into Rubbermaid boxes and labeled them “To College!” I packed the back of my parents’ van and we made the three hour journey to Macon, Georgia. ¬†Four months later, I ¬†sheepishly packed them back into my Ford…

On Hair- an essay

When a baby is born in some Muslim communities, its head is shaved. It is considered a way to clean the infant, allow stronger hair to grow in, strengthen the scalp, as well as show obedience to Allah. Meanwhile, many Hindu families perform a Mundan, shaving their child after a year or so, to represent…

Open Tabs- A Poem

Information is in surplus; every question is assigned its answer translated into convenient rhetoric and can be unearthed with minimal touch. Unfiltered noise comes through, giving false certainty, security, justification. Before it can be sorted and validated, reports negate, then uphold, then negate again. Once a place to live faceless and nameless, the network is…