#mga writes

Forget about crashing a party—I danced at this random Vinayaka Chavithi uragempu (procession). I just parked my bike to watch. I was alone and didn’t know anyone there, but the beats were irresistible. My feet started tapping, and I was on the fence—should I dance or not? Sure, I used to practice, but it’s been a while. I’d had a long, stressful day, and part of me thought, "Next year, I’ll dance." Then it hit me—why not now? Why wait? Nobody will judge me, and if they like my dance, they’ll cheer, right? So, I took a deep breath, joined the crowd, and danced. The moment I stepped in, everything else faded away—the stress, the worries, the long day. It was just me, the music, and the rhythm. I felt this incredible sense of release like every step and movement was shaking off the weight I’d been carrying. My body felt alive like it had been waiting for this—like it remembered every move even though my mind had forgotten. There was this sense of freedom, a wild joy bubbling up

Long ago, our brightest minds figured out Earth's escape velocity. It’s so simple, that even an 8th grader could probably calculate Mars’s escape velocity by now. But will we ever, and I mean ever, discover the escape velocity needed to break free from a pothole on an Indian road? Because let's face it, that’s the real scientific breakthrough we’re all waiting for. Whether you're on a scenic country road, or a state-of-the-art expressway, one thing is certain—somewhere along the way, a pothole is lying in wait, eager to swallow you and your vehicle whole. Christopher Nolan may have directed "Interstellar," but we’ve been living it all along! Our very own Tesseract appears every 100 meters, with your car as the unfortunate time-traveller. Our modern AI is trained on tons of data, but what should we be trained on? Probably “India is not for beginners” memes. Honestly, driving here feels like a survival game—you don’t need racing lessons; you need pothole-dodging ski