Just a lift

Short Stories

The elevator door closed with a shut. He stepped inside. Gold rimmed the walls. The carpet was slightly stained. He glanced down, wondering how many people must have walked on it, stepped on it, waited on it. “Like me,” he thought wryly. 39. 38. 37. 36. The doors swung open on 35. For a moment, […]

August 5, 2009



A myriad number of emotions carve through my surface. I am a seething bundle of collapsed energy. Even as I write this, I wonder at the sense in writing, in the mess of the world that we trap our mind in. A friend said my writing is “Kafka-esque.” It amuses me, that word. I know […]

August 4, 2009

End of Hope Beginning in End

Short Stories

It was a quiet sky. The rages of purple, orange and gold that had slashed the sky just moments before were now gone. Disappeared like a breath of cloud into the last rays. The sun had long gone. I stood for a while watching the sun. He had been oppressive today. Harsh, unrelenting with a […]

July 12, 2009

Memory Sauce


It’s been quiet yet stormy. The lull that echoes a distant cuckoo’s call. And then you feel with a start, just where the hell have I been? And I know where – I was lost in memories… Memories. Memories. Memories. All we have. Synapses of cells. Connecting the neurons of what we know with what […]

May 28, 2009

Of a Pebble

Short Stories

More rehashing. I bought some trousers yesterday, after going to four different shops, and trying on at least 50 pairs! Why don’t they make trousers in labels rather than sizes? Like here : a trouser for you – moody, irascible, sarcastic, with Indian legs, and an universal mind. Or why doesn’t someone invent a trouser-cloning […]

May 27, 2009

Cut the Cake


I am rehashing some old stuff I wrote here. Kinda appropriate considering my birthday is coming. The Big 30s! Here I come! Cut the cake, cut the cake, Chants hit the wall across An eternity of shame She didn’t know the words Didn’t know the tunes That wafted through a silly Mindless game. Somehow it […]

May 26, 2009



This blog is now my last desperate means of self-expression. After having fallen into a pitiful mould of self-pity, cynicism and sarcasm, all of which is directed solely at me, my unfortunate soul, and my laboring mind, I thought I would pay heed to some well-meaning friends who have goaded me to write. Write, they […]

May 25, 2009

Muddled Head


Image via WikipediaToday is Tuesday. I have vacillated from utter despair on Sunday to a slight relief on Monday, and now back to my nagging worries on Tuesday. I wrote a mail to Stathy asking her to write to Rohit and tell him thank you for creating a favicon. He was great in doing that […]

January 6, 2009