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The World of Jigneshbhai & Swami is a series of light-hearted stories about the familiar chaos of everyday life. Through conversations over coffee and everyday adventures, Jigneshbhai’s quiet wisdom and Swami’s restless curiosity explore family, work, society and modern living with humour and insight.
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Swami came into the café looking like a faded version of himself. His shoulders drooped, his face was drawn, and he sank into the chair opposite me without a word. “What happened?” I asked. “You look like Raichand cancelled Diwali.” “Worse,” Swami said quietly. “No performance bonus this year.” “None at all?” “None. At least … Read more
When I walked into his home that morning, Swami was staring at the dining table. A slip of paper lay in front of him like a guilty verdict. “What’s that?” I asked, biting into the breakfast Vidya had made. “My gym membership that I took two months back,” Swami said. His tone was heavy, as … Read more
The day before his company’s off-site, Swami was already in panic mode. “Vidya, where’s my white shirt? The one that doesn’t look too formal but still says I’m serious.” “I didn’t think you needed a shirt to say that you’re serious!” Vidya said, with a sly smile, not looking up from the newspaper. “Yes, I … Read more
Swami paced up and down in his living room that morning after receiving the call. Vidya sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee, looking far too relaxed for the crisis at hand. “She’s not coming,” Swami said, stopping mid-stride. “Who?” Vidya asked. “Shanthamma,” he said, as though announcing the collapse of a government. … Read more
When Swami walked into the café last weekend, he looked as though he had pulled an all-nighter. His eyes were puffy, his shirt half-tucked, and he sank into the chair opposite Jigneshbhai like a man returning from battle. “What happened?” Jigneshbhai asked. “You look like Raichand made you work the night shift.” “No, yaar. It … Read more
Last weekend when we met for coffee at his house, Swami looked grim, as though the world economy had collapsed overnight. He dropped into the sofa with a sigh. “What happened now?” I asked, while we waited for Jigneshbhai to arrive. “The price of onions,” Swami said, his voice low, as though delivering bad news. … Read more
The other day the weather was good, and we decided to walk after lunch instead of meeting in a café in the evening. I met Jigneshbhai and Swami just outside their apartment complex, and we decided to stroll along towards the park nearby. A car slowed down next to us while we were walking. The … Read more
“Choose enemies that give you energy, not drain your energy,” Jigneshbhai said as we met for our coffee last weekend. He was reading from a book that he seemed to have picked up. It said ‘Choose Your Enemies Wisely: Business Planning for the Audacious Few’. Swami and I peered into the title with curiosity as he … Read more
It was one of those evenings last weekend when Swami arrived at our café table looking as though he’d wrestled with a tiger. Except the tiger was invisible, and possibly digital. “I wasted an entire hour last night,” he began, even before ordering his coffee. Jigneshbhai did not take Swami’s exhaustion seriously. I thought Raichand … Read more