Author: Dushyant Wadivkar
Homologation Special
The internet never forgets. Decades ago, I had deemed Corolla as the most boring soul-sapping car in the world. I had promised that I would never get one. But life always has a way of saying never say never! Fast-forward to 2025, and I find myself salivating over a Corolla. Admittedly, it is not just[…]
Inside looking out
Everyone was well dressed. The hair was done, the clothes were pressed and all the shoes looked uncomfortable. It felt momentous. I felt strange. For the last twenty years, I was outside looking in. I enjoyed my nebulous state of belonging and being a resident alien. I conveniently chose when to support this union of[…]
What lingers is not what remains
We moved states this year, with our new jobs, houses, and the Montessori dear. The change was indeed constant. But it was the parenting that was truly penchant Temperatures soared in the summer. Allergies and pain in the fall. We found new grocery stores. But the milk, eggs, and fruits we ate were the same […]
Not with a bang, but with a whimper
I have left Michigan three times now. First, right after graduate school, I left for my first job in Erie, Pennsylvania. I came back in a year. The next time, I left due to my second job to go to Germany. That time, it took four years to come back. More importantly, I came back[…]
New unnormal
Sometime in 2022, Covid became post covid. We went from normal to the new normal to what now feels like the new unnormal to me. Everything is different, in a meh way. It began with me becoming monumentally old and celebrating that by taking care of a fevered toddler on new year’s eve. I had[…]
How to live?
Funk. I thought I had experienced it plenty. However, the last two years of pandemic living have given me a new understanding of the term. Recently, my powerful funk has led to me living in parallel universes. In one, the universe is superficially nominal, and so is your life. The days fold into long units[…]
Acquired taste of happiness
It was a strange exchange at the time between my wife and me. Reflecting back on it, I realize how I should have seen it coming. Yet, I felt taken aback by the question. She had asked me if I hated the food she made. After contorting my face and eyebrow-ing furiously, I replied that[…]
Quite coyote
Between an end a new beginning , lies a story. The story starts with the change, is about the change and ends with a change. And no matter, how you look at this story of mine, it is a significant one. Yet, I almost hesitate to write about it. It deserves a fitting blog full[…]