Everyone in USA criticizing comedians for doing the Riyadh festival are all out on the streets protesting day in and out against their own government yes? Or it’s just keyboard  warriors.

My manager and I had a long impromptu 1:1 talking about kids, right wing extremism and all the shit right now around us. It feels truly upsetting. He was talking about how just 30 miles from here he was in a bar last week and folks that you’d normally think as regular people were cheering about all the H1b and anti-immigration checks that Trump is doing. Back home, his own teenage son is somehow being dragged into mansosphere and he does not know where he is getting all his ideas from. His son thinks trans kids are a menace to society and nobody should hang around them. I shared about a lot of immigrant concerns I have but also told him about rise of right wing in India and anti-muslim sentiments even within Indians here. I don’t think our 1:1 was supposed to be this, but it was a nice chat with a white parent who is clearly concerned about what is going on here. We both agreed that this country is beyond the point of no return and we doesn’t see any hope anymore.

I had puranpolis for breakfast which meant that I set a gluttonous tone for rest of the day and I am not complaining. My waist and my acid reflux sure is though. Fuck it. I can’t say no to good food.

I am seeing my in-laws in person after almost 4 years; earlier this year when I visited India I could not meet them so I am glad that they are here for an extended time. This time though, I can really see the age creeping up in parents. I’ve always seen them as this young super active elders because of the nature of their lives, but this time I see the old age settling in. Old age is a bitch.

I miss Spain so much. It’s the people. It’s always the people. Switzerland is stunningly beautiful and so is Paris but neither of these places have the charm of Spain or Greece and it just all boils down to people.

I may or may not have eaten too many puranpolis.

My in-laws brought 4 bags from India, out of which 3 were full of food. A has run out of room in pantry to store it all. Meanwhile I am just scoping where A has put what so I can independently take ’em without her noticing. I feel like Indravadhan Sarabhai right now.

My farmer in laws have already scoped out the backyard and starting planning on what he wants to achieve. I have told them they have a free rein to do what they please!

Didn’t sleep well at all. This is what happens when you gorge on a 2000 calorie meal at night full of Indian savories and sweets!

Apparently HBO wants to cast Voldemort as a woman. I guess they could just offer the role to JK Rowling and call it a day!