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he cannot even write anymore. stripped of whatever he had, whatever he was; he is just alone. a point of nitpicking- but not lonely, just alone. a child roasting in the afternoon sun, he faces the middle of the night with worse dread than death. to lose, to forget, to fade like an echo of [...]

inventory

what was lost, is not redeemable. what might be gained, is dubious. gotterdammerung. the twilight of the gods. may be not yet. but in time. jargon. applied to life. slippery slopes or precipices. is an empty house better than an empty heart? how does one try forget what one does not even remember? and how [...]

joggers’ park

And she said, being transparent Might not be enough, for people- Like you and me, we are just dreams Walking; on the shores of reality- Living in seventeen inch boxes, Hung on walls or carried in bags. And I said, no. that is not right. We are alive, and surviving. Let us live, give ourselves [...]

the losers’ manifesto

The room is slowly swimming into a hazy sort of view again, and the whole body seems dehydrated and aching and listless and I am wondering again, what it was that I did last night, and whatever it was that I did last night, why did I do it? There do not seem to be [...]

So, yo man! what’s your story?

I am growing Dysfunctional- Growing, in life, reducing in age, Unresponsive, While a million shooting stars shout- ‘So, yo man!, what’s your story?’ With hints of their own answers ‘I was less than a child- or less than a man’ To be, first finishing a journey, Then departing. Psychedelic orange parkas in the heat of [...]

he was…

He was always a species of strange bird, avoiding hockey like that. When he was a kid in boarding school, the kids used to die for a chance to play hockey. There were three hockey grounds, compared to the usual one for cricket, or the half for kho-kho or volleyball or whatever other games- so [...]

unaccustomed earths

He is not really living his own life. He has just woken up in someone else’s nightmare. And he has been stuck there for the past twenty seven years. He is not himself these days. He does not jog anymore, and two days of sickness have taken their toll. High fever and hour after hour [...]

leaving XL

I graduated from XL in the middle of a recession. Didn’t get a job in FMCG, got a job that didn’t pay me a million rupees a year, did not get a cushy trainee stint with end of the year bonuses just for completing the stint to start with, and worst of all, didn’t get [...]