Like Riding A Fish

We are two Indian girls on a quest to figure out life's mess. Because life can be a lot like riding a fish...weird, twisted, and totally f***ed up! So join us on this journey, and who knows, maybe we could exchange some tricks of the trade??

A Whole Lot Of Thoughts 04/02/2025

Chi & Ka 02/10/2025

Girlfriend Rant 01/27/2025

2025 Here We Come! 01/06/2025

The Imperfect World ft. Ray 12/15/2024

Vodka & Podcast 11/30/2024

Reality Check 11/15/2024

Fit Check 10/31/2024

Details Die With Time 10/14/2024

Comeback 09/30/2024

What's My Worth? 05/13/2024

Flashback Forward 05/06/2024

Flashback Forward This is all about Malayalam. The language of our ancestors, the language of our family, the language that's always been almost within reach. This is Red Dino's tale about her ever evolving relationship with her mother tongue. Transcription: Enikku malayalam manssilavum, pakshe paryaam patilla. I can understand Malayalam but I can't speak it. That's one phrase out of a limited few that me and my sister know how to say in our mother tongue. Otherwise, broken sentences and a few staple words help us survive our Kerala trips. But of course, with a high literacy rate, English often comes in handy in God's Own Country. Having grown up in northern and western India and with parents, grandparents, and close relatives fluent in both Hindi and English, Malayalam wasn't a mandate in our household. Spoken by the adults and the elders for the most part, only understood by the offspring. Nevertheless, the language was almost a part of our daily, especially with grandparents around. Local news, yes, but more so regional TV shows and movies would often play in the background. Unknowingly improving our comprehension skills. And so over the years, Malayalam cinema became our gateway to the language. Although that relationship has had its ups and downs, often disrupted for years on end, we always find a way back to our roots. Mostly thanks to how magnetic we find its tonality. You see as riveting and profound as Malayalam can be, it also holds the power to be equally funny and witty. We keep getting sucked into its magic. And so, 2024 has been a homecoming of sorts. With Poacher, The Great Indian Kitchen, and now Aavesham, we are back to revelling in the language through its content. It's both a source of flashbacks and a step forward. Let's see where this journey takes us... Our Website: Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish Music Credits: "Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode) Background sound from /episode/index/show/likeridingafish/id/31139153

Bars of Time 04/25/2024

Peekaboo 04/22/2024

Red Light in Kyoto 04/15/2024

City Girl Through And Through 04/08/2024

City Girl Through And Through When you catch the travel bug, where do your feet, your wallet, and your dreams take you? This is Red Dino documenting her own wanderlust aspirations. Along with certain realisations that will guide her jaunts and escapades! Transcription: "Beach or mountain?" How many times have you been asked this question? Either by a friend, a potential love match, or even a BuzzFeed quiz? I thought my answer was always true and certain. That is until very very recently. A string of trips planned and paid for by adult Red Dino brought with them an epiphany. The answer is neither. I'm a city girl through and through. Don't get me wrong, a visit to a hill station is always welcome, with the condition that the temperature is comfortable enough for this Tropic of Cancer baby. And the occasional beach holiday is grand too provided there are certain amenities and medicines handy for my rash-prone skin. But nothing makes my heart soar as much as walking down busy streets, discovering cafes and restaurants full of people and good music, shops and quirky stores with a side of thrift, and even galleries and museums filled with creations old and new. And yes, even the brazen, boisterous, and bothersome city crowd and city noise are something I welcome with wide arms, an open heart, and an all too willing wallet. You see I'm a woman of convenience and materials. I know it sounds sad and unadventurous and even mediocre to some. But when it comes to the actual act of travelling, I prefer to stay within my lane instead of going out of my way. So until affordable public transport, varied and pocket-friendly eating options, and non-activity-centric days among other things become a staple of the mountains and the beaches, I'm staying a city girl. Through and through. Our Website: Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish Music Credits: "Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode) Background sound from /episode/index/show/likeridingafish/id/30728173

My Love-Hate Letter to Delhi 04/01/2024

When Our Backs Are Turned 03/24/2024

When Our Backs Are Turned Our faces describe us, define us. Or so we think. Red Dino wonders if there is more to be said about (and by) our backs or if it is all a front. Transcription: People are adept at hiding their emotions. Their faces less often poker, more likely a mask. But with all our gazes fixed on the eyes, the twitch of the brows, the movement of the lips, with our guard up against this keen and constant assessment, we all forget to look at, to train our backs. Have you ever thought: "Is my shoulder too stiff, can people tell I'm uncomfortable?" "Is my spine too straight, is my pride palpable?" "Is my head lower than usual, does the curve of my neck scream my disappointment?" I haven't. I don't. Fixing my face seems enough most of the time. But we forget, we carry our lives on our backs. Time bends our spine; our age and baggage both weighing down our bodies. No wonder we lose a few inches if we're lucky enough to last that long. And yet, we hide behind niceties, polite expressions pasted on permanently, sham ingrained in our DNA. Despite all this effort, all the pain we take to hide our true selves, we forget there's more to an interaction than what's said, what's shown, what's heard. Backs turned, we feel safe, find respite, confident that our gazillion tricks have worked. While it's the same view that proves our undoing. At this juncture, there lay two roads ahead of us: Either, we train our backs as we have done our faces; ready to fake at a moment's notice. Or We train our minds and hearts to let go. We find our peace in telling our stories without filter, fear, or falsities. And until we reach a decision, all we can do is...smile and wave. Our Website: Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish Music Credits: "Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode) Background sound from /episode/index/show/likeridingafish/id/30515003

Fleeting Feelings 03/21/2024

Being Water Like Bruce Lee 03/17/2024

Being Water Like Bruce Lee Some stories, some memories, some figures are too firmly cemented in one's childhood to ever leave the scope of legendary. Resigning herself to waves of nostalgia, Red Dino recollects moments from her past that made a shoe spotting in a strange city feel like home. Transcription: Growing up, martial arts movies were a rage in my household, thanks to my father's love for them. And as often happens, me and my sister inherited that love. Even though today I might find it difficult to come up with the names of the films we binged back then, the name Jackie Chan still evokes a sense of warmth. Nostalgia, you see, has me in its clutches. But while Chan lived in our hearts, respect was a word reserved for another martial artist. Bruce f*cking Lee. I don't remember watching many of his movies, maybe one, and then with YouTube, a couple of scenes here and there that my father would share. And though Jackie Chan CDs were a constant in my childhood home, Bruce Lee stories often accompanied any venture into the world of deadly strikes and kicks. His philosophy, his craft, his excellence, the stories about his kindness and grace, even rumours about his death, they were a tiny but memorable part of my growing-up days. And man were they legendary. So imagine my surprise and joy, when 20 years later I stumble across a pair of sneakers with his famous face, striking pose, and iconic quote. Sadly, the shoe was many a size too big and quite out of budget. But thankfully, my phone was within reach. Today, my memories of the movies I watched, the tales of Lee my father recalled from magazines decades old, and my own sense of wonderment are vague and a little hazy. But what remains is a feeling; ripe with discovery, connection, and excitement. And though I have the power of the search engine at my fingertips, I retire my mind to the feeling for once. Facts can be for another time. Being water isn't easy, but I'm trying. Our Website: Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish Music Credits: "Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode) Background sound from /episode/index/show/likeridingafish/id/30404418

Tokyo Sky Tree 03/12/2024

Tokyo Sky Tree Exactly one year to the date, Blue Dino, along with her sisters, had stood amazed at the sight of the shining Tokyo Sky Tree. Some moments hold your gaze for an eternity, whether it be through pictures or your dreams. Well, this one was too special for Blue Dino to not capture as a postcard as well. So here goes... Transcription: When you have lived a perfect day with the perfect companions in a perfect city, captivating all your senses all the time, what more of the day, you would wonder, is left to cap it off. That's a question I would not have even thought to ask when my sisters and I made our way back to our rented apartment sitting on the 4th floor of an elevator-free building in Tokyo. One step after another, we climbed, lugging our heavy tummies and still heavier shopping bags; a lethal combination, that as you would expect, had rendered our wallets much too light. But the dropping yens in our bank accounts had also served as a reminder of our dwindling days as tourists in Japan, a place that had never made us feel out of place. And so as we climbed, we also reminisced about each second earned in this charming island country. The first storey passed reminding ourselves of the bowls and bowls of heavenly ramen we had devoured. As though our sodium-puffed faces were not reminder enough. The second storey climb was dedicated to cracking up over the hungover day spent in the Hakone hot water springs, or onsen as they call it; also how now we call it. By the time the third storey came around, our bags had started slipping off our shoulders and our aching legs had begun to throb. And so we stumbled onto the last flight of stairs. And, to this view. The Tokyo Sky Tree stood tall and proud and unabashed. And we stood gaping at it. The drapings of the night sky and the flickering of the pulsing lights had transformed the view that had gone unappreciated this morning. It felt like for a moment, the tallest tree in Tokyo shone bright only for us three rambling idiots. And perhaps, just for that moment, it did. Our Website: Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish Music Credits: "Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode) Background sound from /episode/index/show/likeridingafish/id/30337103