Although my mind had put me to a sudden state of being awake, my eyes were groggy. I looked at my mobile phone to see the time (fuck! the piercing brightness! I forgot to lower it before I went to bed), it was 12:57 at night. I had to write about what was going on in my head, it’s been long since I’ve written like this. I love nights, they are good time to write, and if it were realistically possible, I would take night on a romantic date and treat it to a good dinner, and then return back to the comforts of our home and be awake all night with her.
Continue reading “deconstruct yourself”Naoko, Reiko, and Midori
How many times have you heard one of your seasoned-reader friends describe you a particular book they absolutely love and how often they reread it? While I keep listening to what my friends have to say more about their loved book, almost feebly my mind wanders to this thought: what is the book that I would read once again? So far, I’ve always drawn blank to this question, until today. Minutes after completing Murakami’s ‘Norwegian Wood’, I had this feeling that if there was a book I would like to read once again, it’d be this book. I am not sure, if and when I’ll read it once again, but I have never felt this way (and with so much certainty) about any other book before. It almost feels as though I am talking about a girl I’ve fallen in love with instead of a book (and I don’t intend to shy away from expressing that).
Continue reading “Naoko, Reiko, and Midori”the poster was fucking clever!
After walking up and down the length of the street twice, I finally decided to sit down and have some food. I was hungry but didn’t want to have something heavy, so I went to this joint on the street and ordered one Irani chai and a toasted paneer sandwich. I love this street. I decided to sit on the bench outside rather than inside and deliberately faced towards the street. I was happy about the fact that I was sitting here all alone. Me, my thoughts, and this street (oh, and some nice breeze, and a warm Irani chai).
love in the time of corona
Yes, I did think of that title all on my own and then dawned a slow realisation that it is awfully close to the name of famous novel authored by Gabriel García Márquez. So, at this point I am confused – should I commend my conscious mind for coming up with it or should I reprimand my subconscious for leaving me susceptible to a legal battle in an imaginary world where this article would have been a romantic novel (and famous). As a point of caution, I explicitly state that I have never read that book and any resemblance is merely inadvertent – just as it is for the title.
Continue reading “love in the time of corona”Old Media vs New World
It has become a very common sight to tune to a prime-time television news channel and hear perhaps 10 (yes 10!) people in small tiles shouting at each other while a glossy, eye-catching hashtags or phrases keep pinging the depths of your retina. These debates that do not allow any side to present their points well and are in no way designed to serve audiences something meaningful are a new normal in India. But what is happening here? And how has this trend become acceptable to us? More importantly, is there a way out?
Continue reading “Old Media vs New World”Day 44 of Lock-down: Sufferings and Class Privilege
Its day 44 of COVID-19 lock-down here in India. And today I saw a tweet by a journalist that just triggered me into writing this piece. It led me to better understand one harsh reality of life and society – social class of the society you belong in and your own position in that class matters. It makes me sad, but that’s the truth.
Continue reading “Day 44 of Lock-down: Sufferings and Class Privilege”bella ciao
This is what’s happening right now, I have come across a song and it has been playing continuously non-stop within my head. The lyrics are succinct and rhythm so upbeat that they enchant you.
Continue reading “bella ciao”be alone
It’s really cold out there. About few minutes back I had myself tucked inside a cosy blanket. It’s roughly about half past midnight and I have dragged myself from under the blanket in order to come and sit in front of my laptop to write about this. But why do that?
Continue reading “be alone”rapes | india
As of writing this article almost everyone around us has become aware of the rape-murder of Telangana doctor. The news is all over the media, let it be print or electronic.
Continue reading “rapes | india”mercedes, rockets, and farmers
I have not come across a person who doesn’t get excited by the prospect of space or space travel. I have often wondered if this excitement is result of watching the exotic documentaries many of us did on Discovery/National Geographic or would that excitement still be there if it were to be introduced to a person who has absolutely no idea about it.
Continue reading “mercedes, rockets, and farmers”Dear Love,
Curious reader – this article is a rather spontaneous one and I have decided not to polish the final piece before it is presented, please proceed with caution, the words and ideas herein can be tumultuous and haphazard for few of you or articulate and deeply resounding with the other few.
Continue reading “Dear Love,”Political 1 | Political spectrum of India
Let me begin this story by stating it outright, I am not interested in glorifying or vilifying any political leader or ideology but intend to merely look at the facts and analyse them so as to reach some rational conclusion which is standard practice in any field of science.
Continue reading “Political 1 | Political spectrum of India”the BHU incident
1. A girl was on receiving end of alleged eve-teasing last Thursday within the institute campus.
Continue reading “the BHU incident”tale of an Airport
I’ve seen heartfelt kisses. I’ve seen sincere prayers. I’ve witnessed tears in the eyes of mother on son’s departure. I’ve seen yearning in the eyes of wife on her husband’s arrival. A lot of people work for me. There are people who run machines to scrub the floors. There are also people who tame the sky by manipulating a massive flying machine at a push of button. I’ve known some who went far away from their motherland to earn success and came back doing so. I also know people who failed to do so and returned home even broke.
Continue reading “tale of an Airport”why do we crave attention?
How many times has it happened in your life that you’ve found yourself craving for the attention of the people around you?
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