Who am I? Why look at the heading above! It’s as it says.

Anime enthusiast (ahem, weeb, ahem), music lover, foodie, lover of different cultures, unpatriotic, atheist & above all- a human.

Many of these labels might seem “controversial” to you. But I don’t feel guilty declaring this on the internet. Why? Because I haven’t done any harm to anyone nor do I wish it. But one of the greatest boons of being in the U.S is the freedom of speech.

If you feel that any of the beliefs that I harbour are hurtful to you, I advise you to proceed with caution. I do not mean to hurt you.

That being said. Let me tell you about my life. Once upon a time, I was an Indian kid in suburban Bombay (now Mumbai).

If I had to put a finger on its vibe, I’d say it’s a crossover between NYC & LA. Why? It’s the hub for financial trade in India (just like NYC) & is home to Bollywood (Bombay Hollywood, get it?). Anyways, I lived there for about 13 years. Next, in 2015, my father got a temporary position in CERN (to those unfamiliar, it’s a big nuclear collider) for a year. Concurrently my mother decided to immigrate to Canada (both my parents were & are still married, don’t worry). So I split time. I spent three months in Geneva & three months in Ferney-Voltaire (which is a small French town outside of Swiss Geneva).

Geneva. The big pillar like structure is one of the most popular fountains in the world (Jet de L’eau)

Many people did this. Geneva was very expensive, so we (my dad, I & many people like us) stayed in small French towns surrounding Geneva. The commute over the border was easy due to the Schengen Agreement. When there, I attended Lycee International de Ferney-Voltaire, an international school in Ferney-Voltaire (that’s why we moved to the village in the first place). Travelling from Geneva to Ferney was a bit different. I passed Le Palais des nations & the WHO headquarters each morning, I’d never seen snow in my life & I’d never seen a place so dark all the time. It was confusing to say the least.

Next up, Canada. I’d lived in a town called Kitchener for 6 months. It was in Ontario (no, no not Toronto. I know Americans think that’s the only place there is in Canada along with Vancouver, Quebec & empty space) a 100 miles away from Toronto. The less I say about it, the better. It wasn’t a pleasant time.

I returned to India. My hometown. I was disappointed. I only have a few bittersweet memories of that time. Nothing else to say.

Now you might be thinking why I didn’t elaborate on my experiences in Canada & India. Well, the reason’s simple- I don’t like talking about that period. It was a messy blur of confused emotions & cultural shocks.

& then he died. Well, sort of. I came here (aka America) about three years ago.