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 sleeping [...]

fraanship

1. random college junior i have never even met sends friend request on FB
2. i accept.
3. FB gives notification: “your friendship is confirmed.”
Sweet!!

morning

I wake up in the morning,
To empty beer bottles of last night, stubs of cigarettes smoked,
Lying desolate in a cup full of ashes,
A plate of dinner half eaten,
And a book, half read and left open, pages curled and battered
From a nightful of artificial breeze.
When I begin to shave, I see a face-familiar, and yet strange
Empty; [...]

pre travel weekend

1. drink three beers on friday night.
2. read till 2 am in the morning.
3. wake up at 11am on saturday.
4. ask the bai to cook chicken and rice.
5. order two beers.
6. watch a movie on laptop, forget to eat lunch till 5pm.
7. order another two beers. read a book till twelve.
8. remember to eat leftover [...]

invictus (or the box of painkillers)

Let us look at the world, not through it. That’s a pretty big proposition to put at the start of a conversation.
Why are people lonely? Or maybe what is loneliness? Is there an absolute like loneliness? Is it not more of the togetherness of others? Just like there is no dark, there is only the [...]

reconciliation- short story

(Aching across time, we live in an endless void- you and I. There was a past once, in this void, but now there is nothing- shared memories float in the streets like derelict pieces of paper carrying upon them the scripts of endless designs, plans, and projections- abandoned futures. The void is like a ghost [...]

in which i go blah, blah and blah

well…happy late year to all and sundry, i have not made my customary new year crib this time round, and did not have much to write about or much time to write about anything as such. so there. some updates are in order: i am back in mumbai (a few hours ago- came and found [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]