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He is half drunk, as usual. He never gets sloshed now…responsibilities are catching up. So he just gets half drunk…to the stage where he does not know what he is doing; but not the stage where he doesn’t know what he is doing which he should not be doing. His value system is corrupted now. [...]

conversation

Aren’t you a vet? Shouldn’t you be treating animals somewhere, instead of selling them drugs? Uhh!Why? Doesn’t it strike you as morally wrong? Uhh! … Wait a second! Aren’t you an engineer? Why are you selling soap? Dont you think its your moral responsibility to go battle the oil spill? Or be building a bridge [...]

tales of a rainy evening

He lights up a cigarette and stands in front of the open window, allowing the fine spray of the rain to hit his face, letting the disquiet wash away for a bit. There is something in his head, something which is biting at him, but he cannot put his finger at it. Doesn’t know what [...]

Rain and Wind

rain, walks the streets, on pattering feet, soft as a whisper, disconsolate, tired, it looks through windows, carving greasy lines in the dirt, lost someone, to come out, to dance with it, to rejoice in the drumming of tiny drops. the wind, shakes the trees and bangs the windows, grumpy, frustrated, enraged, looking for someone [...]

missing

patter of rain.tiny rivulets of murky water streaming on the road.sickly sweet tea.bitter cigarette.hair plastered to face.exhausted.something is lacking here.

Summer of 2010

It was the summer of boredom. Not much unlike the clichéd summer of discontent, this also featured much dissatisfaction and anger and a general atrophy of the soul; but there was no purpose to it- if you discounted mangled playstations, chewed upon gaming discs and a general level of irritation with the privacy settings of [...]

to be or not to be…

more than twelve hours of work every day more than thirty cigarettes every day (yes, we are back there. again) three beers every night. five hours of sleep. and more traveling coming up. (again  :D )life.

gambler’s word

What do promises mean? Does keeping one necessarily make you a better man? or vice versa?… Nights are spent silently gazing in the dark at the fan which is whirling somewhere up there but is not quite visible to the eye, but whose almost silent whirring is almost audible- sort of like a mocking itch [...]

parting

We were together- In the bloodless morning of scarlet sunrises, And purple morning flowers rose and cursed us, When we told each other to go.   Hard voices, brittle, Sounding like knives clattering on porcelain plates, Murmuring staccato goodbyes; and fragile eyes Shouting pleas to stay.   Did it rain that day, I wouldn’t remember, [...]

Azab Prem Ki..

I am watching Azab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani on my laptop with a lousy print, and am hell-bent on proving that with a good soundtrack, a lousy print of a mildly interesting movie can be watched. P.S: Yes. I do find Azab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani mildly interesting. Except for the scenes featuring Katrina as [...]