funny tales

Watching Casablanca again and again is just a way to torture myself.
Does anyone cry when seeing a movie?
Why is ‘as time goes by’ so important? No one ever left me waiting at a railway station?
Why do I always wonder why there is no man in your life?
If she can take it, I can.
What is my [...]

intent

We sit, across a little square table,
On cane chairs,
In this formica world,
Looking away from each other,
Angry thoughts staring,
From blind eyes.
Truth is lost 
In bitter coffee
And from crossed spoons
War is declared.
( Image Courtsey )

reading

It is important to listen. To different voices, amateur, professional, sincere, dabbler- more than the content, it is the nuances which matter. Not just the actual words, but the manner in which they are spoken. Form and content, as opposed to just content.
 I go to strange places, I listen to strange languages- but mostly words [...]

getting fired

I have seen a lot of comical/not-quite-comical scenes around people being fired- I guess people find such scenes funny because of the other-slipping-on-the-banana-peel thing that we all have. Latest case in point is the new Virgin mobile ad, where a very obnoxious guy gets his come-uppance for making eyes on his boss’s daughter, and this [...]

inventory

Stuff I have
More than a hundred books
One laptop
Two cellphones
10+ shirts (5 plain white, rest variants of white)
7 trousers (all grey/black/blue)
Around a dozen neckties
One business suit- black
1 pair of jeans
More than a dozen t-shirts (all blue/grey/sand coloured, except the OMAXI tee and the red one)
One toothbrush
One Mach 3 razor
A Years’ supply of Mach3 blades
Three bottles of [...]

random conversations

Context: I am taking SS out for dinner, and on the street corner, she has made me haggle with the flower-wallah for 15 minutes to get one single flower I don’t even know the name of. Later, we are in an auto-rickshaw.
SS: You know, in many ways you are an asshole, but the girl who [...]

fever

O wrangling schools, that search what fire
    Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
    That this her feaver might be it?
[...]
These burning fits but meteors be,
    Whose matter in thee is soon spent ;
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
    Are unchangeable firmament.
Yet ’twas of [...]

windmills of your mind

I have a fever. The whole body aches. And a lot of morbid thoughts come, right in the middle of a happy home. This is unpleasant. Or may be, just too tiring. I am tired.
I have morbid thoughts a lot, these days.
A was going to travel. He told B about it, when he talked to [...]

friday morning sadness

Writing these days is painful. It is almost like running away from oneself. Sometimes it feels like treachery.
We all have our own stories to share. There are no listeners.
Joy. Sadness. Pleasure. Pain. Feelings have to be given a name. They must be.
Undefined feelings are colourless. And somewhat lazy. They are slow to come in and [...]

thursday evening madness

Here I go,
With the flow,
Quite in time,
To do a mime,
And let the reasons go.
You and I,
With an alibi,
For a silent meet,
Where the dormice sleep,
With a kiss to share and get by.
Believe in love,
By god above,
Until it lasts,
Then forget pasts,
Then let my eyes rove.
I am here,
With cold beer,
And solitude,
Till you intrude.
And a dream dies here.