Just your run-of-the-mill piece of fictionalized rant, based on personal as well as experiences of others, so I don’t mean any offence at all. Thanks for understanding! 🙂 Fuck Namastes. I say Vanakkam. If you’ve noticed my skin tone, and wondered if I’m Indian or Pakistani, or Sri Lankan, or definitely “from around there”, I’ll […]Read more "Fuck Namastes, I say Vanakkam"
It’s been a long time since I blogged, and I didn’t want to give up on this month’s quota like last month’s. So, I tried to find a piece of short fiction that all of you might enjoy, and found Mr. Grunge on one of my folders. I hope you like it! If someone wanted […]Read more "Mr. Grunge"
I’ve been watching movie after movie with a hero dissecting a piece of information or a case or something important to mankind, and a woman is at his aide, being the one to loosen him up, to be the “support”, or be the extra in his life where he takes all these important decisions. Granted, […]Read more "The Gender Anatomy"
I’m still obsessed with flash fiction, and although this doesn’t entirely qualify as ‘flash’, it still can’t be categorised as regular fiction. This also happens to be the first time I’m writing in a second person narrative, and it has been quite a challenge! 🙂 Say you see someone at the bus stop. She’s wearing […]Read more "Out of season"
Off late, I’ve been obsessed with experimental flash fiction, and wanted to give it a go. This is the piece I liked the best among all my drafts, and although not entirely experimental or ‘nueve’, I still wanted to give it a shot. Here it is: It’s funny how quiet the mind gets when it is […]Read more "Shiny"
My everyday breakfast involves a large bowl of cereal with almost one-and-a-half mugs of milk. Until a few weeks ago, I relished that thought, prided myself even at drinking that milk, or finishing those large boxes of yoghurt and the finest of cheeses. But today, the stupidity that is banning Jallikattu throws its medusa-like spears at us, and we […]Read more "Milking the Bulls"
The year sounded promising, and as we all buckled into a smooth transition with stellar academics, promotions, proposals and marriages, reality trumped in our faces (pun unintended) as always. In the wake of a whole trail of celebrity deaths this year, Dylan won the Nobel prize for literature. I’m currently feeling Zen, so this doesn’t […]Read more "2016: Boarding complete"