(SnapShots) On the side of the road…

Oxymorons. I find them amusing. Two opposite words making a sensible phrase. 'Act naturally'. 'Deafening silence'. 'Open secret'. That little, 13 year old boy would have found this ironical. Something that doesn't belong together creating eloquent meanings and people that fit together like two pieces of puzzle moving apart as sun rays do. Sitting in this car, his … Continue reading (SnapShots) On the side of the road…

Untold#2 : Public Transport

I bought a scooty almost a year ago. Why? Let's just say it was an itch that I had to scratch.  It's of a pretty blue colour and is pretty old and pretty reliable. I like it so much that I named it. But that's not important now. Now, I don't have to travel by … Continue reading Untold#2 : Public Transport

Untold#1 : Diary

I love to write in a diary. Loved it perhaps. My diaries were never fancy, maybe because I could never afford one. It was I think 2015 when I decided not to write every day religiously. I threw away all my previous diaries. Frankly speaking, I would have liked to burn them at that point … Continue reading Untold#1 : Diary

This Election May the Best Jumlebaaz Win!

Jumblebaazi:  The new method of rhetoric, best known for its characteristic pomposity, insincerity, hyperbolic ridicule, sarcastic expressions and distortion\invention of facts, used in recent Indian politics, that aims to indulge voters in a layered mockery or loop of false promises while maintaining a guise of informing and engaging in a sensible political discourse.   Let's just … Continue reading This Election May the Best Jumlebaaz Win!

The White Flower – R.K. Narayan

“It’s often said that God made man in His own image, it’s also true that man makes God in his own image.”R.K. Narayan This is such a tiny short story and pretty straight-forward. Therefore, being so it is really only about how Gods and celestial bodies thwart all possibilities of a boy getting married to … Continue reading The White Flower – R.K. Narayan

Dastaan-e-ulfat

TRANSLATION (rough & not literal) S: The story of love has rendered my heart dead The rights have become wrong And the abominable are validated - all in the name of love K: The flower of love does come with a lot of thorns God would take it upon himself to relieve of their pain … Continue reading Dastaan-e-ulfat

When you run out of ideas…

Hi there! I did not run out of ideas exactly. Short stories are waiting to be written, articles are waiting to be concluded, poems are dying mid stanza and also all those people who have hired me are filling up my inbox with reminders. Lots to do. But my brain said what better time to … Continue reading When you run out of ideas…

(Voxspace)The Succinct And Panaromic Review Of The BJP Led NDA Governance In Under 3 Minutes

(Snapshots) pt2 – the Judge, his Wife and the Spade…

The loop of breath breaks The soul found its peace Idrees and Inayat stood facing each other. He was at the door holding a pistol to his temple. "What do you do in the afternoon?" shrieked Idrees. Inayat couldn't say anything except "Babajaana..." with shock. what...are you doing? "What do you do behind my back?" … Continue reading (Snapshots) pt2 – the Judge, his Wife and the Spade…

(SnapShots) pt 1 -The Judge, his Wife and the Spade

The judge, his wife and the spade... It was sunny all day. Now, the clouds are gathering, for rain or for thunderstorm, it's hard to tell. The weather is always erratic in this little town of Bhijori. Erratic and intense. Idrees is standing in his outhouse, his glance and thoughts flicking between the clouds, the … Continue reading (SnapShots) pt 1 -The Judge, his Wife and the Spade