Tory Called Us A Pest!: Welcome to MMM.

Hey gorgeous. ✨

Yes, you. 💅

Don’t play coy, you know this intro is winking at your soul. 😏

Let’s start with a little confession:

We talked to History the other day.

Yes. Her.

And… she wasn’t pleased. 

As expected, she was deeply disappointed.

Not just with the two of us, but with humanity in general. Which means yes, you too.

She called us beautiful, yes, but also reckless.

Told us we ruin what we love.

Told us we repeat what hurts.

Told us we burn down forests and friendships like they owe us something. 

Now, if you didn’t know, History’s always been a bit of a moody diva. 💅

And while she usually just lurks around whispering “History repeats itself” like a broken record, this time?

She screamed. She shouted. She ranted.

You wanna know what she said? (And EVEN IF YOU SAY NO - We’re still gonna tell you.) 

You better keep reading or you’ll miss the sizzling hot, juicy drama.😌

So sit down. Because now…NOW we’re talking. 

“You humans. You’re lovely creatures. But, don’t you ever get tired?”

“Tired of what?” we asked.

“Tired of ruining, destroying, faking, stealing candy from kids (figuratively…right?),

Cutting trees like it's a sport, hoarding wealth, repeating the same tragedies and then having the audacity to act like progress is optional?!

Disgraceful.

I.am.TIRED.

Like, come ON! Isn’t it already enough that you exist as selfish jerks?

Now you’re repeating me on loop… but now it’s even worse?

And it’s not even interesting repetition, just the bad stuff! 

Which, by the way, shows just one thing:

You’re incapable. Miscreants.

Unworthy of the gift you’ve been given.”

So naturally, we interrupted. Like any sane person would -

“C’mon, Tory, can we call you Tory?

(They called it HIS-story. We call her Tory. She’s got rage, centuries of wisdom, and exactly zero patience left for our nonsense. Yes, we’re personifying History, you may now proceed.)

"Don’t be so dramatic. We’re capable of change.”

“Yeah. Don’t be so harsh. Yes, we suck, but we can change.

Change is timeless. It’s kind of our thing.

(THAT IS A LOT OF CHANGE. GET IT?? HAHAHA… :( nvm.)

She scoffed.

Then COMPLETELY WENT OFF :

“Girls. Stop. ‘Change is timeless,’ you say.

You guys can’t even throw trash in the right bin or plant a tree without cutting five others.

And you want to change global systems? PLEASE.

You discriminate based on things that DON’T EVEN EXIST.

I swear, every time God looks down, he’s like: ‘Again??’

Humans? Lovely? Sure. But also insufferable pests!”

At this point, we were like DAMN.

Tory really said SLAY… but in the burnt-to-a-crisp way.🔥

We were speechless, and that’s when it hit us:

She wasn’t…entirely wrong.

So we pulled out the only thing we could:

“HEY!!! HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE MIRCHI MMM???” 🌶️

Tory looked incredulous. “The what? The Mortifying, Morbid, Maladjusted, Maddening, Malicious, Meaningless, Meagre Human Mission?”

“-SCUSE ME! First of all, where did you get FOUR extra Ms and an H??”

“I’m just being like you humans, adding unnecessary stuff for no reason. Extra, just like always.”    

(Touché, Tory. Touché.) 

“SECOND OF ALL, NOPE! IT’S THE MIRCHI MAZA MAHARASHTRA MISSION, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.”

And that’s how History schooled us, taught us grammar, dragged humanity,

and reminded us of a big, bloody truth:

We make history.

History never wrote the final word, it just is -

An old soul with dusty robes and a memory like a curse.

We write the final word.

Not with a fairy’s wand, a witch’s curse, or a wizard’s staff.

So LET’S BIPPITY BOPPITY BOO THIS SHIT!💥

And yeah, no wonder history repeats itself…

because we never really learn.

We ‘change' alright, just not in the way we’re supposed to.

We rot wrapped in glitter. 

And call it progress.

But all this to say:

MIRCHI MMM isn’t your average Joe.

We are not the M-word vocabulary Tory just yapped about.

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🌶️ MIRCHI MMM

We’re not mild. (Well, duh.)

We’re MIRCHI. And we mean every damn bite.

This is where truths show up dressed in drama,

wrapped in wisdom,

and sprinkled with sass.

Not like a lecture, like the hot tea your soul’s been craving. 🍵

No sugarcoating.

Just spice, smarts, and a whole lot of mmmmm.

We’re here to talk dirt:

– Literal dirt (Prithvi)

– The dirt we try to unlearn (Shikshan)

– And the dirt we clean off our souls (Arogya)

This is our weird, wonderful, wildly human way of saying:

Welcome to MIRCHI MMM BABY!! 🌶️🔥

✨ Our 2 Principles:

The Groundwork – Raw updates, real efforts, less “save the world” and more “Cut the crap.”

The Soulwork – Thoughts that sting, sass that soothes, truths that taste like poetry dipped in salty love. 💖

We play it real.

This is activism. This is art with attitude. (Artitude, baby. 🎨)

Spicy minds. Soft hearts. Wild missions. 💥

We live the spice life, honey. 🌶️

Not all change is growth.

Some change is rot wrapped in rhinestones.

And we don’t bloom for poison.

We don’t change for decay dressed in diamonds.

Nice try, toxicity, but evolution isn’t your puppet.

(Though damn, didn’t you dress up nice for the crime?)

It’s not about aesthetics.

It’s about the guts to survive in a system that hoped you wouldn’t.

We might not be everyone’s taste,

But of course, we’re the flavour you need. 

And thank God for that. 💅

So when Tory dearest looks back again, we need her to say:

“Okay... maybe y’all weren’t that bad after all.”

We don’t just write history,

We make her heart swell, soul swoon, and mind soothed. 

But most importantly, we make her proud.

XOXO,

With the most spicy and soulful affection,

Anoushka & Mariyam.

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