Ah, dogs. Loyal, loving, tail-wagging bundles of joy. Man’s best friend, they said. But in India? Turns out they’re also man’s loudest courtroom case, biggest protest march, and latest breaking-news debate. Honestly, if Netflix doesn’t make a series called Stray Wars: The Bark Awakens, they’re missing out.

Street Dogs vs. Humans: The Greatest Soap Opera India Never Asked For 🐕🔥

“Dogs are man’s best friend,” they said. Sweet, loyal, brave, honest — the furry version of the friend who never forgets your birthday. And honestly, dogs deserve that title. They’ll protect you, cheer you up, and wag their tails at you even if you look like you just crawled out of a Monday.

 

But here’s the plot twist nobody saw coming: in India, the best friend has suddenly turned into… the most controversial neighbor.

Dogs are man’s best friend… until they’re chasing your Activa at 40 km/h or staging WWE auditions with your Zomato delivery guy.

Act 1: The Love Story ❤️

Since forever, dogs have been the gold standard of loyalty. They guard homes, star in emotional Instagram reels, and listen to your rants without once asking, “Bhai, why don’t you go to therapy?”

So it’s no surprise that India has a die-hard fan club of dog lovers. Aunties with biscuit packets, uncles who treat feeding strays as their second religion, and activists who know more about Section 11 of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Act than about their own electricity bills.

For them, dogs aren’t strays. They’re street citizens with equal rights — like voting, but with more barking.

Act 2: The Chase Scene 🎬🏍️

But then there’s the other half of India. The ones who’ve been ambushed mid-jog, the kids who now walk to school like they’re crossing a warzone, and the poor Zomato delivery guys who deserve bravery medals for surviving daily dog vs. bike chase sequences.

If Bollywood made a movie on Indian streets, half the scenes would be slo-mo shots of dogs chasing scooters. The background music? “Who Let the Dogs Out,” obviously.

And let’s not even talk about the 11 p.m. pack howling sessions. You can meditate, pray, or play white noise on Spotify — doesn’t matter. The dogs will out-sing you every time.

Act 3: Enter the Supreme Court ⚖️

So the Supreme Court decided to play peacemaker. Their idea? Confine street dogs to certain areas.
Adorable. Really. As if dogs carry Aadhaar cards and Google Maps. Street dogs don’t do boundaries. They’ll cross highways, sneak into temples, and yes, guard tea stalls like it’s their ancestral property.

Act 4: The Middle Path 🛣️

Now here’s the unfunny truth: culling dogs is cruel, dumb, and a PR disaster. But ignoring attacks? Equally dumb. Rabies doesn’t care if you’re a dog lover, dog hater, or just an innocent Swiggy guy with a biryani order.

So what’s left? The boring but obvious stuff:

• Mass sterilization and vaccination drives (yes, it works).

• Proper shelters that aren’t just “fancy names for garbage dumps.”

• Public awareness campaigns so feeding strays doesn’t mean “dumping chicken bones in your neighbor’s lane.”

• And hey, maybe hold municipalities accountable instead of just holding placards.

Naturally, activists hit the streets screaming “Save the dogs!” Meanwhile, residents shouted back “Save the humans!” If aliens landed during one of these protests, they’d assume India is in the middle of a full-blown human vs. dog civil war.

The Punchline 🎤

India doesn’t really have a dog problem. We have a people problem. We love easy outrage, dramatic protests, and colony WhatsApp fights. But responsibility? That we outsource to fate, karma, or the Supreme Court.

Until we figure it out, the cycle continues:
One half of India feeding biscuits, the other half getting rabies shots… and the dogs?
They’ll keep chasing bikes like they’re auditioning for Fast & Furious: Paw Drift.

Image Courtesy: Google

The consumer culture, in unholy alliance with the media, has spoon-fed us the idea that marriage is just an extended honeymoon with better furniture. In reality, marriage is about responsibilities. It’s about sharing each other’s lives and nudging each other toward being better humans—sometimes gently, sometimes with the force of a cricket bat to the ego.

Marriage in India: The Horror Story No Bollywood Film Warned You About

(A survival manual disguised as an article)

 

Someone once said, “Marriage has nothing to do with romance.” They were right. In fact, if romance is a bird, marriage is the closed window it smashes into, followed by a very awkward silence.

For years, Bollywood and advertising have pumped our heads full of fairy tales: marry the one you love, life will be a forever honeymoon, and you’ll dance in the rain without catching flu. But here’s the ugly truth—marriage is less about holding hands and more about holding a plumber’s number because the geyser died at 6 a.m.
 
I know it seems alarming, but divorce among Indians is no longer considered taboo. The situation has altered considerably over the past ten years due to a variety of factors, one of which is the lopsided laws against married men. To those who are unaware of the ground realities, India's divorce rate is rising and is among the highest in the world.

 

The Bollywood Trap for Men

Boys grow up thinking they must be part Shah Rukh Khan, part Salman Khan, and part Swiss Bank account. The movies convince them that being a good husband means always being romantic, rich, and patient enough to listen to long emotional speeches about curtains.
 
Reality check: marriage is 90% responsibility, 9% compromise, and 1% deciding where to order food from without starting World War III.
 
Though there are laws in place to protect married women from domestic violence abuse in India, no equivalent law exists to protect married males. According to statistics, they are frequently harassed, assaulted, and even killed by their wives/intimate partners. The saddest thing is that they have no place to report physical abuse. 

When Good Men End Badly

We’ve seen it—AI engineers, HR managers, Merchant Navy officers… men with brilliant careers, reduced to emotional rubble because they married the wrong person.
 
Men's abuse and husband murders are no longer a rarity; they are widespread and prevalent in all segments of society.

Men, this is not a decision to make casually or under family pressure. You are not a marriage lottery ticket. You are a human being with mental and physical health worth protecting.

 

Romance Is Temporary—Character Is Permanent

Pre-marriage communication isn’t foolproof, but it’s your best weapon. Smile when you hear “I love you,” but don’t believe it like a WhatsApp forward. Instead, watch and observe:
 

• How do they behave when angry?

• How do they handle disagreement—calm talk or emotional nuclear war?

• What are their views on morality, crime, and justice?

• Do they care about values, or only about vibes?

• How do they treat their own family and friends?

 
Talk. Discuss. Debate. Disagree. Repeat. You’re not just looking for someone to share Netflix with—you’re looking for someone who won’t turn your life into a psychological horror series.
 
Remember, even government data reveals that Indian women are increasingly abusing laws to settle disagreements. This is not limited to married women exclusively. There are blatant misuse of laws that ladies employ to extort money or achieve other ulterior goals. 

 

The Harsh Truth

Social media has weaponized “perfect couple” photos to make normal relationships feel broken. Patience has evaporated, expectations have exploded, and laws plus financial pressure have made men extra cautious.
 
Marriage can still be beautiful, yes—but only when it’s chosen wisely, not out of pressure, fear of missing out, or because “shaadi ka season chal raha hai.”
 
Men, remember: choosing a life partner isn’t about finding your “forever love story.” It’s about avoiding a perfectly avoidable tragedy.

My Parents, My Enemies: A Tale of Well-Meaning Sabotage

Okay, here's a blog post exploring that complex relationship, written as if from the perspective of someone feeling alienated by the very values their parents instilled

My Parents, My Frenemies: How Being Raised Right Made Me Completely Wrong for This World

I love my parents. I really do. They’re basically the poster couple for “good people.” They worked hard, gave me everything, and raised me with a moral compass so squeaky clean it could double as a mirror.

And yet… here I am, getting absolutely wrecked by life.

In Hindsight

See, the problem isn’t that they were bad parents. The problem is that they were parenting overachievers. They built me this perfect little bubble — full of kindness, empathy, and “always think about how the other person feels.” Which sounds great… until you step out into a world where the only thing people think about is how they feel.

Imagine showing up to a knife fight with a box of cupcakes. That’s me, every Monday.

My parents raised me to avoid conflict like it was a contagious disease. Keep the peace. Find the middle ground. Be the bigger person. Which is noble — right up until you realize you’ve spent the last decade apologizing for things you didn’t do, letting people cut in front of you (in line and in life), and holding back in arguments you could totally win… if you weren’t so busy trying to “see their perspective.”

And the manners. Oh, the manners. I “please” and “thank you” my way through the day like I’m auditioning for a Victorian etiquette manual. I hold doors. I give up my seat. I leave space in traffic. And in return? People treat me like an obstacle they can just breeze past.

Always In Crosshairs

Do I want to become one of those loud, elbows-out people who bulldoze their way through life? Not exactly.

Do I sometimes envy them? Absolutely.

Because while I’m over here making sure everyone’s comfortable, they’re out there getting stuff done. And I have to admit… it works.

Here’s the tragic comedy: my parents honestly thought their way would make me happy, respected, and maybe even successful. In some alternate universe — where unicorns roam free and everyone recycles — they’d be right. But in this one? The kind and patient get eaten alive by the loud and shameless.

So now I’m stuck with these impossible questions:

Is kindness actually better than being assertive?

Is forgiveness always noble, or is it just giving someone a coupon for a free second screw-over?

Can you actually thrive in a world where ruthlessness is a job requirement?

Finally

I know my parents acted out of love. They wanted to protect me, to guide me, to give me the best possible start in life. But in their well-intentioned efforts, they inadvertently made me vulnerable, naive, and ill-equipped to deal with the harsh realities of modern society.

So thanks, Mom and Dad. Thanks for the love, the  sacrifices, and the moral code that’s gotten me trampled on more times than I can count. I’m still figuring out how to merge your values with, you know… staying alive out here.

Until then, I’ll keep smiling politely while silently screaming. Because, well — it’s the polite thing to do.