Why You Should Absolutely, Definitely, Never Mix Business with Friends (Unless You Like Things That Work)

 Ah, the golden rule of adulthood: “Never mix business with friends.”

Because, of course, the ideal business partnership is between two people who barely know each other, don’t trust each other, and only communicate through painfully formal emails starting with “As per our last discussion…”

Yes, please — sign me up for that thrilling dynamic.

Let’s be clear: working with people you like is far too risky. What if you end up laughing in a meeting? What if you actually understand each other without needing a three-hour PowerPoint? Utter chaos.

Step 1: Always Choose Strangers Over Friends

Because strangers are so much safer.

You have no idea if they’re reliable, honest, or secretly collecting screenshots of your mistakes for a future HR complaint. But hey — at least you’re not friends, right?

Imagine the horror of working with someone who knows your birthday, your caffeine order, and your sense of humor. That level of comfort could lead to God forbid — trust.

Step 2: Keep Emotions Out of Business

Feelings? Ew. Empathy? Even worse.

In business, it’s much better to operate like a robot: efficient, emotionless, and completely replaceable. If someone’s going through a tough time, just send them a calendar invite titled “Discuss Deliverables.” That should help.Because nothing screams “professionalism” like pretending you don’t care about the people who help you pay your bills.

Step 3: Collaboration Is Overrated Anyway

When you’re friends, you can actually disagree openly — and we can’t have that. Better to have a team full of people who nod politely while secretly updating their résumés.Friends tend to challenge you, support you, and call out your bad ideas before you make them public.Terrible! Why would anyone want accountability and honesty when you could have gossip and passive-aggressive silence instead?

Step 4: Keep It All Transactional

Friendship blurs boundaries. Suddenly, you might care about someone’s growth or future.

You might even start helping them succeed beyond your own company — imagine that tragedy.

The goal, after all, is to clock in, clock out, and maintain that crisp, sterile distance that makes workplaces feel like air-conditioned prisons with free Wi-Fi.

Step 5: Remember, “It’s Just Business”

Ah, the favorite phrase of people who want to justify anything from betrayal to ghosting.

Sure, friendships require loyalty and empathy — but in business, those are liabilities, right?

Until, of course, the “professional” team collapses because no one actually trusts each other.

But hey — at least you never mixed friendship with business. Congratulations!

💡 The Ironic Truth:

Here’s the part they don’t tell you:

Every thriving company, from startups to family-run empires, is built on relationships. Real, messy, human ones.You can’t build loyalty without trust, or collaboration without connection.And often, friendship is just what business needs not as a weakness, but as its competitive edge. So yes, go ahead keep business and friendship separate.

Rab Rakha!!!!!

The Art of Selective Peacekeeping. Less People, More Peace: The 40s Upgrade!

There’s something magical (and slightly savage) about crossing over to your 40s. It’s like the universe hands you an invisible magnifying glass and suddenly—you can read people like subtitles on Netflix. Their intentions, their drama, their hidden agendas… all decoded in seconds. The funny thing is, you don’t even care enough to confront them anymore. You just smile, sip your coffee, and quietly hit the unsubscribe button in your head.

 

👀 The People-Reading Superpower: Before the age of 40, I used to second-guess myself. “Maybe they didn’t mean it that way.” “Maybe I’m being too sensitive.” By 40, there’s no maybe. It’s a straight-up “Nope, I know exactly what that was, and I want no part of it.” Your gut becomes your best friend, and your tolerance for nonsense shrinks faster than your metabolism. You learn to detect red flags not in hindsight, but in real time—and trust me, that’s a skill more valuable than any degree.

🧘 Peace > Everything Else: At 25, I thought success meant hustling till 2 a.m., replying to every message, and attending every social gathering like my presence would save humanity. At 40, success looks a lot like saying “No thanks, I’ll be in bed by 10.” Peace has become the new luxury brand, and guess what? It actually suits me better than any brand ever did. You no longer have the patience to chase validation. Likes, followers, fake compliments—none of it pays your therapy bills. Silence, solitude, and a cup of coffee in your balcony? Now that’s wealth.

 

😏 Sarcasm, Served Fresh: The irony is that people who used to drain you still try. They throw shade, stir pots, and expect you to dance. But by 40, your sarcasm game is so strong, you don’t even argue—you just serve a smile that says, “Sweetheart, I survived dial-up internet. Your drama is nothing. “Sometimes I even reply with the universal weapon: a polite nod. Because nothing confuses drama-lovers more than not giving them the energy they crave. It’s the adult version of ghosting—delivered with class.

 

🤹 The Art of Avoidance: Selective avoidance becomes a lifestyle. Gossip? Avoided. Fake friendships? Muted. Office politics? Declined faster than a spam call. Family drama? Dodged like a cricket ball in society cricket. You’re not running away—you’re curating your peace playlist, and honestly, it’s a hit. And let’s be real—avoiding people you secretly don’t like is the best cardio. One quick U-turn at the mall and boom, 200 calories gone.

 

🎉Here’s the plot twist: people call it being “cold” or “distant.” I call it “quality control.” Turning 40 isn’t about losing energy; it’s about not wasting it. And the peace you gain? Priceless. So if you see me avoiding drama with the agility of a ninja, don’t be offended. Just know—it’s not you, it’s my 40-year-old peace policy. 😉Because at this stage of life, my mantra is simple: If it costs me my peace, it’s too expensive.

Rab Rakha!!!!!

When Grace Becomes the Last Word!

There comes a point in your life when the rose-tinted glasses fall off, the background violins stop playing, and you realize — not everyone who claps for you wants you to win. Some are just checking if you fall flat on your face… so they can laugh louder behind your back.

Been there. Smiled at those faces. Hugged those people. Even treated them like royalty. Regret that the most. You know what’s worse? These same people will say one thing on your face, be your unofficial cheerleader at brunch, throw in a “yaar you're too good”... and then go into full Bollywood villain mode the moment your back is turned.

 And the best part? They still expect you to be normal. Like “Hi, you are the person I trust the most,  laugh at my dry jokes, and are available like an Amazon Prime delivery.”Umm… no.

 The Moment of Realization: When you overhear or find out what they really say about you, the switch flips. One minute you're wondering how to plan a holiday with them, and the next you're Googling “how to remove someone from your emotional Wi-Fi.”

And yet, they pop up in your DMs like: “Heyyyy long time!! Let’s catch up 💖” Sure. Right after I finish my root canal with no anesthesia.

What They Don’t Realize: I’m not mad. I’m just…not the same. There’s no announcement, no fireworks, no dramatic “We need to talk.” Just calm boundaries, dry replies, and the sound of me not laughing at your forced humour anymore.

They expect the old version of you — the version who didn’t know they were two-faced. But, sweetheart, that version of me has left the building. She took the jokes, the warmth, and the unpaid therapy sessions with her.

The New Vibe:

• You want me to be bubbly? Plug in a soda machine.
• You want energy from me? Bring a charger.
• You want access to my world?
• Well, you'd better get past the bouncers — trust, loyalty, and basic decency.

Final Thought:

• I don’t do fakeness.
• I don’t do backstabbing.
• I stopped being emotionally available for those who are morally absent.

So next time someone expects you to “act normal” after they’ve been fake, remember: You are not rude. You are just done performing for an audience that secretly boos you backstage. So when someone expects you to “act normal” after they’ve been faking a smile. Not because you’re okay with it, but because you’ve outgrown the need to react. Let them wonder how you know, how much you know, and why you’re suddenly so... unavailable.

Being the bigger person doesn’t mean being a doormat. It means knowing your worth and walking away quietly, without the need for closure or chaos. That’s the kind of silence that speaks volumes. And darling, it’s deafening.

 Sasriakal and No Thanks. ✨

Rab Rakha!!!!!

“Bura Na Maano, Nazar Lag Gayi Hai”: Why Silence is Golden Until It’s Done

“Kaam hone se pehle kisi ko mat batana… nazar lag jaati hai.” An old-school Indian saying that’s been passed down like family recipes and wedding jewellery. And you know what? For the longest time, I rolled my eyes at it. Superstition much? But the older (and ahem, wiser) I get, the more I’ve started noticing —It’s not just an old lady’s tale wrapped in masala and melodrama. It’s reality. Sprinkled with a heavy dose of energy dynamics. And a dash of good old’ desi jealousy.

We Indians & Our Success Stories. Let’s be honest —We Indians don’t just believe in success.

• We celebrate it like a full-blown Bollywood production:
• In a designer lehenga,
• With 300 guests, A DJ and dhol combo,
• Haldi, phoolon ki chadar,
• And four curated Instagram reels (with trending audio, obviously).

But here’s the kicker: The moment you announce something before it’s done —A new job, a rishta, a start-up plan, a trip abroad it’s like the universe hits pause.

Why Does This Happen?

Because somewhere, someone — probably sipping their third chai while doom-scrolling your Insta stories — is whispering:

“Haww, kaise ho gaya isse? Mere saath toh aisa kabhi nahi hota.” Boom.

• Nazar activated.
• Energy transferred.
• Plans derailed.
• And you’re left wondering:
• Why did your Dubai trip get cancelled?
• Why your “almost final” interview ghosted you.
• Why your startup partner suddenly turned into a ghost of their former, enthusiastic self.

Welcome to the Nazar Syndrome Club. We’ve all experienced this:

🏠 Shared a new house deal → Two days later, the builder backs out.

💼 Talked about a job switch → Suddenly, the offer is “on hold.”

💔 Flaunted a new relationship → Next week, single and quoting Arijit Singh at midnight.

Coincidence? Maybe. But energy? Very, very real. And in a country where mangoes are eaten with mantras and temples are consulted before buying a car, isn’t it perfectly believable that thoughts carry power?

The Science of Silence (with a Dash of Sass) Here’s what I’ve learned from my many trips around the Nazar block:

• Not everyone clapping for you is genuinely happy for you.
• Some people attend your success party just to steal your WiFi… and your peace.
• Your glow-up might just be someone else’s glow-down.

So, what do the wise do?

• They zip it.
• They slay silently.
• And they post after the passport stamp, not before.

Because in the land of chashm-e-baddoor, kaala teekas, and lemon-chilli totkas —Silence isn’t just classy. It’s protective gear.

Desi Survival Tips 101. Want to avoid the dreaded nazar spiral? Here’s how:

✔️ Let your results speak louder than your status updates.

✔️ Manifest in silence. Execute in stealth.

✔️ Share only with those who don’t need a black thread tied around their thoughts.

The Bottom Line?

Next time you’re tempted to post, announce, or broadcast something before it’s signed, sealed, and delivered…Pause. And remember this modern-day desi mantra:

“Apna kaam banta, bhaad mein jaaye Insta.”

Because in this beautifully chaotic country of ours, sometimes it’s not the problem that’s big —it’s just the number of people watching it happen.

So: Zip it. Work it.Win it. And when it’s done?

Flaunt it like the desi royalty you are —with filters, flair, and zero fear.

Rab Rakha!!!!!👁️🧿💫

When Life Says, 'Hold My Beer': The Art of Getting Humbled (and Loving It)

Let's be honest, we've all had those moments. You're riding high, feeling like a genius, maybe even considering adding "visionary" to your LinkedIn profile. You've got it all figured out, life's a perfectly choreographed dance, and you're the principal dancer. And then, BAM! With its mischievous grin and impeccable comedic timing, life decides it's time for a little reality check.

It's not always a dramatic, movie-style downfall. Sometimes it's a perfectly baked souffle collapsing, a meticulously planned presentation going sideways, or realizing your "brilliant" shortcut actually tripled your workload. Whatever the flavour of the humble pie, it's served with a side of "Oh, right. I'm human."

The Unpacking of the Ego Suitcase

When life decides to humble you, it's less about tearing you down and more about a gentle (or not-so-gentle) unwrapping of the oversized ego suit we sometimes wear. And honestly? It's often the best thing that can happen.

• The "I'm Always Right" Glasses Get Foggy: Remember thinking your opinion was gospel? Life has this quirky habit of introducing you to people, experiences, or even just a rogue squirrel that proves you might, just might, not have all the answers. Suddenly, listening becomes a superpower, and the world opens up in ways you never imagined. You become a curious explorer instead of a stubborn monarch.

• Empathy: It's Not Just a Buzzword Anymore: When you've stumbled, tripped, or face-planted, you gain a newfound appreciation for anyone else who's been there. That person who cut you off in traffic? Maybe they're having a truly terrible day. The colleague who messed up? Been there, done that, bought the stress ball. Your capacity for understanding and kindness expands faster than your waistline after a holiday feast.

• Gratitude: The Unexpected Glow-Up: When things don't go according to your perfectly crafted plan, you start noticing the little things that actually do go right. The sun shining, a decent cup of coffee, and a friend who makes you laugh even when you want to cry. These aren't just background noise anymore; they're the vibrant colours in your daily masterpiece. Appreciation becomes your default setting, and suddenly, life feels a whole lot richer.

• The Illusion of Control: Adios, My Friend! Oh, how we cling to control! But life, being the delightful trickster it is, loves to remind us that we're often just along for the ride. Learning to go with the flow, to adapt, and to trust that even a detour can lead to an incredible destination is incredibly liberating. It's like realizing you don't have to navigate every single ripple in the ocean; sometimes, just enjoying the waves is enough.

• "Success" Gets a Makeover: Remember chasing that shiny object, that specific title, that perfect outcome? Being humbled often smudges those pristine definitions. You start to see success in bouncing back, in learning from your epic fails, in the genuine connections you make, and in the quiet resilience you didn't know you had. It's less about conquering mountains and more about enjoying the hike, even when you trip over a root.

Cheers to the Humble You!

Being humbled isn't a punishment; it's an upgrade. It's shedding the unnecessary baggage, ditching the illusion of perfection, and stepping into a more authentic, compassionate, and frankly, more interesting version of yourself. It's life's way of winking and saying, "Hey, lighten up! You're doing great, but maybe try a different route this time."

So, the next time life serves you a slice of humble pie, take a big bite. Savour the flavour of self-awareness, chew on the wisdom it brings, and laugh a little at the absurdity of it all. Because embracing these moments is how we truly grow, transforming from wide-eyed idealists into seasoned (and slightly wiser) adventurers.

What's a hilarious or surprisingly insightful moment that completely humbled you?

Rab Rakha!!!!!

From Overgiving to Over It!

 Life is weird. One day, you're syncing your weekend plans, finishing each other's sentences, and sharing memes that only you two understand. And then—bam—radio silence. Suddenly, you're strangers with shared memories and mutual followers on Instagram.

What happened?

Honestly? Life. Ego. Distance. Growth. Maybe even one petty argument over who didn’t return your belonging. Or a slow build-up of unspoken things—resentments swept under rugs until the rug exploded.

It’s not always dramatic. Sometimes people just... fade. And you’re left blinking like, “Wait—weren’t we best friends? Or did I imagine the emotional investment like a Netflix fever dream?”

Let’s Get Real:

💥 The one who once calmed your 3 a.m. breakdowns now gives you anxiety if they appear in your “People You May Know.”

📱 You see their texts from a year ago and wonder how that turned into awkward hellos at family functions.

😒 The cousin you trusted with all your drama is now giving exclusive gyaan to someone else, like you never existed.

Painful? Yes.

Surprising? Always.

Recoverable? Absolutely.

The betrayal, distance, or disconnection hurts more when it comes from someone you never thought you'd have to guard yourself against. You didn’t see the red flags because you were too busy matching your energies back then.

But here’s the hilarious irony:

The people who said, “I’ve got your back,” are often the ones who trip you from behind.

And the ones you swore would be at your wedding might not even make it to your birthday reel.

Let’s drop some truth bombs:

• People change — sometimes for the better, sometimes for their follower count.

• Growth isn’t always mutual, and that’s okay. Not everyone is meant to grow with you.

• Just because you shared history doesn't mean you owe them your future.

And here’s where it gets juicy:

🥲 You don’t even wish them ill. You just don’t want to share your life updates with someone who wouldn't clap for you genuinely.

🧘‍♀️ You’re not angry. You’ve just reached a stage where peace feels better than proving your side of the story.

The Real Power Move?

Silence. Distance. And vibing harder with yourself than you ever did with fake connections.

You’re not cold—you’ve just upgraded your emotional firewall.

You’re not lonely—you’ve just decluttered your circle.

And no, you’re not petty—you’re protective. (Of your peace, your time, your mental bandwidth.)

Remember:

• Some people come into your life as blessings.

• Others come as very detailed cautionary tales.
  Both are valuable.

So if you're feeling weird about how someone went from “call me when you reach home” to “who even is this?”—don’t worry. That’s not dysfunction. That’s just...life doing its natural selection thing.

Protect your peace. Laugh at the memories. Mute what disturbs your mental playlist. And keep it moving.

Because darling, you didn’t lose a person.

You just made space for the version of you that doesn’t tolerate half-hearted connections.

Rab Rakha!!!!!

Back to Mumbai: A New Chapter After an Incredible Journey in Punjab!

Punjab was my training ground, but Mumbai? Mumbai is my battlefield. And guess what? I’m back with upgraded armor, a bigger network, and the same insatiable hunger for new adventures. After spending the last few years in Punjab, hustling through the fast-paced world of immigration, I’m officially back in the city that never lets you sleep—Mumbai. It’s been one wild ride, from stamping visas to stamping my authority in the industry, and now, here I am, swapping fields but not the fire within.

When I first entered immigration in Punjab, I thought it would be all paperwork and polite emails. But no, my friend—it was an adrenaline rush! From handling endless client calls (some more dramatic than a daily soap) to celebrating visa approvals like cricket match victories, Punjab kept me on my toes. The demand for overseas opportunities was massive, and being in the thick of it was exhilarating. I built great connections, learned the tricks of the trade, and, let’s be honest, became a bit of a VIP in the industry.

But as much as I loved my time there, life has a funny way of pulling you back to where you belong. Mumbai was calling, and who am I to ignore my first love? So here I am, back to the land of cutting chai, traffic that tests your patience, and an energy that no other city can match. Walking through these streets again feels like catching up with an old friend who never really changed—except for maybe a few extra potholes.

This move isn’t just a change of location; it’s a new adventure. I’m bringing my experience, network, and no-nonsense work ethic along for the ride. While immigration gave me wings, blogging still remains my soul. Now, it’s time to explore what’s next—whether it’s growing my creative space, collaborating with exciting brands, or simply enjoying the madness that is Mumbai life.

Punjab gave me growth, confidence, and a ton of memories (and maybe a slight addiction to butter chicken). Mumbai, on the other hand, is my playground, my muse, my forever chaos. And as I begin this next chapter, I know one thing for sure—life’s about to get even more interesting.

Here’s to new beginnings, familiar streets, and whatever wild ride comes next!

Rab Rakha!!!!!