Please enjoy this throwback photo shoot for @elleindia as I jet off to the motherland for 48 hours. See you soon, Mumbai!
Please enjoy this throwback photo shoot for @elleindia as I jet off to the motherland for 48 hours. See you soon, Mumbai!
Please enjoy this throwback photo shoot for @elleindia as I jet off to the motherland for 48 hours. See you soon, Mumbai!
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
It feels crazy that I flew to India for two days but it was worth it. I spoke at the #apblive #ideasofindia summit and I’m very grateful to have been invited. Growing up I never felt Indian enough when I went to be with family there and never American enough when I was in the US. It felt so good to be accepted just for who I am by that crowd of attendees. Several men came up to me and said they were going to show their daughters my talk. That made me feel really good. In the end I also couldn’t of course resist the pull of home and family. I went back to my granny’s old house, the place we all grew up in Chennai, or Madras as I still call it. The cool green marble tile was still there. The big styrax tree with crows cawing incessantly outside, the sad little white owl still crouching above my bedroom window at night. I ate dosas, thayir sadam, and vethakozumbu, relishing every bite with my oily fingers. So nourishing to be back in the bosom of my family, even just for a few hours. My aunt Banu digitized old tapes of us all singing carnatic songs including a 3 yr old me singing in Malayalam. Something I couldn’t do today. I may not have grown up knowing my real father but I was amply parented by all these lovely folks who made me feel wanted and cared for. What every child should have. I’m flying back now, but my heart is still there and in my ears the laughter of my uncles and aunts still echos.
The snack so nice I made it thrice.
I had just a day in Mumbai before I slipped down South to see the family, here are some highlights.
Never a dull moment in this house!
Another day, another leftover sandwich. Delicious!
Something is better than nothing but how about a permanent ceasefire.
For the record Palestinians and Israelis both deserve to live in peace and freedom with equality and safety for all the children of the region.
Last night was one of the best nights of my career! I not only got to put up my charity comedy show (proceeds going toward @abortionfunds) for the fourth time, but I also did stand up myself FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!! I had a blast. I had the support and love of all my amazingly talented comedians and friends who not only turned up again for free to a packed standing room only @bellhouseny, but they encouraged me to try a new performance muscle I had never used before. (A special thanks to @jessedavidfox and @susieeebee who are the real bosses running this show!) Both shows and sets were a bit different but the crowd couldn’t have been more fun and electric so thank you to our loyal audience who came in the rain on a Tuesday and stayed until Midnight.
I love you all and you made my creative dreams come true!!!!
Our amazing lineup of performers:
@roywoodjr
@michellebuteau
@reeezy
@zarnagarg
@punkiejohnson
@jayjurden
@larryowenslive
@dopequeenpheebs
@jaboukie
@birbigs
@justsydbw
@kylekinane
Photodump from Tuesday’s show 🔥
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Photodump from Tuesday’s show 🔥
📸: @withreservation
Photodump from Tuesday’s show 🔥
📸: @withreservation
Photodump from Tuesday’s show 🔥
📸: @withreservation
Photodump from Tuesday’s show 🔥
📸: @withreservation
Photodump from Tuesday’s show 🔥
📸: @withreservation
