HeyJaredThe Comic Dreamer
Stories of a millennial, middle aged house husband. An ex engineer, ex lawyer, entrepreneur who tried, and a serial quitter who’s oddly proud of it. Mostly confused, always hopeful. These are my little rants about life, funny, messy and yet relatable.
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Does Money Follow, Brothaa? (opens the original)
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It’s not the right question to ask someone who has been on a ‘break’ for the past eighteen months. Sometimes it’s twenty when I count again. That's also how long it has been since my phone buzzed with a credit message on the last working day of the month. Probably also the last time I could have claimed money followed. Hence, I have stopped counting.But I think I had moved on from the feeling of it much earlier. That little vibration against my thigh stopped feeling good when I realised I couldn
Rehearsal (opens the original)
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I have imagined meeting you so many times that the thought has built an economy of its own. Not a good one. But it has a postal service, a public transport system that’s always late. But it also has you, reading a book about something I’ll pretend to have read.I have imagined meeting you at the beach, like a cologne commercial. On the street, like a romcom that was never greenlit. But why should it be? All that happens in it is a guy standing outside, rehearsing in the rain, with an umbrella he
Art Makes You a Beautiful Donkey (opens the original)
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Laila-Majnu, Ram-Seeta, Krishna-Radha, Romeo-Juliet. Love made them many things, and given how sensitive things are, it’s better not to comment. Beautiful stories? Indeed. But there’s something else as well to their credit– a flawed blueprint for love. Or probably that was the design. They taught us that love is supposed to be all-consuming, and that anything less isn’t love at all. All of us have lived it, either in a movie, song, poem or at three in the morning reminiscing the ‘could have been
The Boys Don't Drink Anymore (opens the original)
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It was my birthday a few weeks ago, and for the first time in my adult life I spent it completely sober. I was at Serenity Beach, Pondicherry, with a flask of black coffee in my hand, as my wife and parents stood ankle-deep in the water in front of me.Six years ago I sat on the same beach with a very different drink in me. With a broken engagement behind me and a legendary quantity of Old Monk in the blood, I stood up and announced to everyone present— “I’m Jesus. I shall walk on water.” I wante
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