In Indian mythology, there is a story that tells that Lord Muruga taught lord Shiva some stuff. It's a big story here mostly in southern parts of India. For people who don't know let me break it down for you, Muruga is the son of Lord Shiva and apparently, there was some situation where myth says that Muruga taught Shiva some lessons. Hence from that day lord, Muruga is praised for his knowledge and how he knew more stuff than his father. But why when we do the same thing no one praises or acknowledges us? We, Indian kids, taught, teach and will be forever teaching our parents about new technologies and especially the working of WhatsApp! They are like the nerdy kid in class with never-ending doubts. Apart from WhatsApp, I taught my mother to play games. She started from talking tom and is now sending me farm heroes saga game invites on Facebook!  It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, my mother was bored from talking tom and asked me to install a new game for her. I downloa

It was 2 days before Diwali. Mom, Dad and me are out and about shopping groceries. Both my parents are too involved when it comes to cleaning. My mom had been talking for days about a specific type of broom which makes the task of clearing spider webs easy. She had given the broomstick a ridiculous name.She heard about it from my aunt in Mumbai about a week ago and started hunting for it immediately ( we live in Chennai). We are at a supermarket which has everything from groceries to plastic containers etc. It was a big store with numerous aisles. My mother's first priority was to check the broom section obviously. My father is busy buying gulab jamun mixes and stuff while my mother is frantically searching for the broomstick. I was not amused because 1.. We were not looking for a quidditch broom 2. I was not Hagrid 3. My mother was not Harry Potter 4. We weren't in Diagon Alley  5. I didn't get anything to eat and my stomach clearly wanted me to go the chips aisle.