By Shashi Bellamkonda ·
Eleven minutes. That is how long it took, this summer in Ameerpet, for a pair of pajama pants to travel from a dark store I couldn't see to the gate of the house I grew up visiting. I hadn't ordered milk or bread, the things you expect from a fast delivery app. I ordered something almost absurd on purpose, just to see what the boundary was. There wasn't one. The rider was there before…
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The Cellular Jail in Port Blair has a long corridor of cells, each one built so prisoners could not see one another, radiating out from a central tower like spokes. Near the entra…
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I am writing this from Hyderabad, on vacation, in the same city where I first read about the Ghadar movement in one paragraph of a school textbook and moved on without a second th…
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Personal Essay | September 12, 2026Guests Show Up. An Audience Is Designed.By Shashi BellamkondaThe Qualtrics XM Analyst event this week was not held in a hotel ballroom. It was…
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Personal EssayThe C-2 had been in the air about an hour when the crew signaled with their hands. Here we go, here we go. I was facing backward, which is not how you expect to land…
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My son texted me from the platform at Huntington. Everyone just got off the train. Not delayed, not canceled, just off, the whole car of people standing up in that particular hurr…
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I was reading the AI Observatory's new report last week, a study built from 24,521 real chatbot conversations pulled from seven existing datasets and led by researchers at Sta…
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