Sharad Narula Blog

A Tale of 2 Apples

One boy has an Apple. The other has an apple. One is exploring the world through a screen, while the other is enjoying what the world has given him to eat

Read

One more Time

Have you ever sailed so far into the Arabian Sea that the Indian coastline disappears behind you? No land in sight, no familiar shore to return to, just an endless stretch of water and the sound of the wind filling your sails.

Read

Eyes on the Ball, Sir

“Keep your head down, sir!” My caddie has shouted this so often that I suspect he's no longer trying to improve my swing. He's simply trying to spare me the horror of watching where the ball goes. I've even decided on a fitting inscription for my golf bag:

Read

When in doubt, snook it out.

Every snooker table has its own crew of characters, but our gang takes the cake.

Read

Life in the Binary

I remember a time when we understood each other through simple, human moments. A lingering glance felt like a quiet promise. A gentle tilt of the head quietly conveyed, “I see you, I really see you.” In those moments, distance dissolved without a single word being spoken.

Read

I am dumb

Picture this: We’ve got smartphones smarter than half the people I know, self-driving cars that promise to whisk us away without a hitch, and AI chatbots that can write poetry or solve math problems faster than I can remember my wive’s birthday. Yet, for all their silicon-brained glory, these things can’t even turn themselves on. No, really, try it. Unplug your laptop, set it on the table, and command it to boot up with the sheer force of your will.

Read

How was that?

Let us face it, cricket is not just a sport for us, it is more like a religion. Whether you are a fourteen year old teenager who thinks he is a pro bowler or a fifty year old uncle playing with a bad knee, everyone forgets their age the moment the game starts.

Read

The art of Disappointment

Being a nice person sounds great until you realize it mostly involves agreeing to help someone move a sofa on a rainy Sunday morning. If you never say no, congratulations, you have achieved the peak human form of a door mat.

Read

Love at first sight

I was 14 when I first laid eyes on her. It was a chance encounter; I’d wandered into the club’s billiards room searching for my swimming buddy. There she stood, draped in flawless green, her elegant curves illuminated under the hazy glow of cigarette smoke.