Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

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 [...]

yo ho ho and a bottle of rum-I

##warning : some of the words used in this post are best not used in presence of more polite company, ladies, friends, and sometimes your boss. decide whether to read on the basis of your sensibilities. Well, a bottle of vodka normally. But who cares, so long as it has alcohol and tastes good. Besides, [...]

affairs of the past…

was idly reminscing with naween as went for our usual 2am coffe at the NC..remembering how i used to study for the UGs when the world was young and innocence was not dead(i mean when most of us had just made the transition from boys’ schools to colleges and were learning that girls could be [...]

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