Chaos

It's like living in a nebula. Everyday is a blur and everything moves at the speed of light. Skanda is 2 and she is excited. Excited about every morning, about eating fruit, about bubble baths, her blocks, going on bike rides, finding a rock, finding a stick, me sticking my tongue out at her, going...

Time and time again.

Time and time again I find myself writing about my growing up years, of moving around the country from one Air Force Base to another. Maybe it’s my security blanket or maybe I like re-visiting that time of my life because it all felt like a dream. When I was 9 years old, I moved...

What’s the story?

My friend Meghna is kind of spectacular. She is volatile, beautiful, spontaneous, stylish and responds to names ranging from 'Meghnatron' to 'Madmax' to - everyone's favorite - 'Meghni Flower' (when she's in a good mood) and 'Meghni Cactus' (when she is enjoying a good murder). I have never felt bored in her company and I'm...

Book etc.

It took me 7 months to write 'Things Your Mother Never Told You About Love'. Which most people around me thought was freakishly good time for 40,000 words, which in turn made me doubt myself because 1. First time author. 2. Had I been too hurried? 3. Should've Would've Could've started swirling in my head.The thing...

Awake

SnatchWhat is snatched from where?Your eyes are heavy.Your lids are magnets running towards each other. The hours of the day wear rollerblades, hold each others hands and glide through your neurons. They split up, form tiny circles, spin out of control, regroup, disperse, in and out of rhythm. The gap between real and far away broadens. There's...

Fail

 I had to go to the university to collect my mark sheets.It’s been ten years since I graduated, so I knew this was going to be a nightmare.Mostly because I did my graduation over a period of 5 years, and I had no clue which years I took the exams in. Also Mumbai University discovered...

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Where are ....Where are the soul shakersThe groove breakersThe watermelon seed spittersThe folded up pants and the rolled down sock lovers Where are..Where are The three point shootersThe upside down hangersThe smooth bike ridersThe hat wearing, wall leanersThe glib worm doersThe reckless kissers and the wandering break dancers  Where are the hearts stitched on sleeve loversThe unapologetic...

Panic

Time. Deceptive little bastard.  I think I know exactly when it was that I stared at it in the face and got scared, because deep in it's labyrinthian non eyes I saw the truth. As definite as an overturned hourglass. Grain by grain a picture got painted into a mound which held meaning only for me....

Bomb diggity

Another ode to Bombay!? I must be on drugs. I woke up this morning to an article by Gordon Marino on Tenderness. He talks about how all the great philosophers have spoken volumes about love, lust and even erotica, but have always left tenderness aside, with its arms waving, at the back of the class,...

Crank that Soulja boy

I got really sick last week.Sicker than I’ve ever been. Enough to get me into a hospital and get meds through an I.V. Which was sort of cool.My parents had to fly down and come fetch me. And I didn’t fight them.I usually fight them over things like this.“I can handle it.”“Guys I’m not 4.”“Yes,...