<p>Lately, it occurs to me that poor Wren and Martin might have had their grammar theories upended in today’s world. Why? Because we seem to be moving to a world where nouns are constantly morphing into the verb form. In a sane world, they would remain in the noun form, but lately they’ve all taken a verb avatar.</p>.<p>What on earth am I saying, you might wonder. Let me explain myself. </p>.<p>But before that, I’m feeling a little peckish. Let me Swiggy myself a snack. After all, once I Swiggy, the day becomes an open canvas and I can sketch it anyway I want to. Swiggy tells me so: ‘<span class="italic"><em>joh chahe karo</em></span>’, they exhort me. </p>.<p>Food reminds me. I need to find a good restaurant near home for that meeting with Jyothi next week. I’ll Google it right away! </p>.<p>My food has arrived and it looks so good. I definitely need to Insta a picture. I truly believe the world cares deeply about what I’m eating. The dessert is a much larger portion size than I expected. Perhaps I’ll split it into two portions and Dunzo the second portion to a friend.</p>.<p>Before I leave for my client meeting, I’ve got to share that Excel sheet with my colleague. Maybe we’ll just Zoom later and I’ll take her through it.</p>.<p>I must also remember to Facetime my sister before dinner. There’s so much gossip I’ve got to share with her and I want to show her my new earrings as well.</p>.<p>Oh! I forgot to mention what I Tweeted. I called out the gamesmanship of a popular tennis star, and I, whose twitter comments must be the most ignored in the world, suddenly see 30 of his fans hurling insults at me. Me being trolled! Clearly, I have arrived. Let me enjoy my 15-minutes of fame.</p>.<p>Having rude comments sent my way is not fame, you say? Well, beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take the attention - in any shape or form! And do try not to rain on my parade. </p>.<p>What plans for the weekend, by the way? Me? I’m just going to Netflix. Or YouTube my favourite channel. I know I should be finishing chores and buying groceries. I’ll WhatsApp my location to the grocer and GooglePay him later. And anything he doesn’t have, I can always Blinkit and it will reach home in minutes. There’s much to be said for our start up culture. It indulges the lazybones in me.</p>.<p>All this talking and I’ve discovered I’m running late for my meeting. Worse, I don’t even know if there’s parking where I’m going. No worries: I’ll just Uber it!</p>
<p>Lately, it occurs to me that poor Wren and Martin might have had their grammar theories upended in today’s world. Why? Because we seem to be moving to a world where nouns are constantly morphing into the verb form. In a sane world, they would remain in the noun form, but lately they’ve all taken a verb avatar.</p>.<p>What on earth am I saying, you might wonder. Let me explain myself. </p>.<p>But before that, I’m feeling a little peckish. Let me Swiggy myself a snack. After all, once I Swiggy, the day becomes an open canvas and I can sketch it anyway I want to. Swiggy tells me so: ‘<span class="italic"><em>joh chahe karo</em></span>’, they exhort me. </p>.<p>Food reminds me. I need to find a good restaurant near home for that meeting with Jyothi next week. I’ll Google it right away! </p>.<p>My food has arrived and it looks so good. I definitely need to Insta a picture. I truly believe the world cares deeply about what I’m eating. The dessert is a much larger portion size than I expected. Perhaps I’ll split it into two portions and Dunzo the second portion to a friend.</p>.<p>Before I leave for my client meeting, I’ve got to share that Excel sheet with my colleague. Maybe we’ll just Zoom later and I’ll take her through it.</p>.<p>I must also remember to Facetime my sister before dinner. There’s so much gossip I’ve got to share with her and I want to show her my new earrings as well.</p>.<p>Oh! I forgot to mention what I Tweeted. I called out the gamesmanship of a popular tennis star, and I, whose twitter comments must be the most ignored in the world, suddenly see 30 of his fans hurling insults at me. Me being trolled! Clearly, I have arrived. Let me enjoy my 15-minutes of fame.</p>.<p>Having rude comments sent my way is not fame, you say? Well, beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take the attention - in any shape or form! And do try not to rain on my parade. </p>.<p>What plans for the weekend, by the way? Me? I’m just going to Netflix. Or YouTube my favourite channel. I know I should be finishing chores and buying groceries. I’ll WhatsApp my location to the grocer and GooglePay him later. And anything he doesn’t have, I can always Blinkit and it will reach home in minutes. There’s much to be said for our start up culture. It indulges the lazybones in me.</p>.<p>All this talking and I’ve discovered I’m running late for my meeting. Worse, I don’t even know if there’s parking where I’m going. No worries: I’ll just Uber it!</p>