Thursday, February 28, 2008

I remember a house, like a lot of other houses, a yard.....

From streets lined with trees, from flyover constructions, from roads whose names gave indications of a colonial past, from temples and their loudspeaker bhajans and flower fragrances, from an old theatre that played mallu movies, from rail tracks and the hoot of the occasional train. To change, and the creation of another set of memories.

until next time, shift

Monday, February 25, 2008

A Matter of Time

He knew people changed, but this change astounded him. The last time he’d seen the guy he was just an acerbic old man who growled more than talked and hated the concept of love. But now he was a young man who seemed kind, just and fully in love. Maybe it was just father time!!

until next time, chota akbar :)

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Hide and Seek

..and some embrace the world in all its flamboyance, exploring each and every pore for all its worth. Some retreatinto self made shells or spaces where no one can find them, literally or virtually. Some of us succeed in losing ourselves, some of us in finding ourselves, and the unfortunate ones fall in between.

until next time, where art thou?

Monday, February 18, 2008


He waited patiently, then impatiently, while they searched. Strange, they said, the document numbers above and below his were intact. Irritated, he wondered why they didn’t convey this when he called up the day before. As they took the documents from a separate drawer, their looks said it all – couldn’t you have conveyed THAT earlier?

until next time, customer service for dummies

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Love Handles

After a tough day at work, after a deliberation on the purpose of life, after a windfall, after getting stuck in a traffic jam, after pondering over all possible whys, after a promotion, after all the rollercoaster days that make up life, its all worth handling only when you have someone to go back to….

until next time, happy valentine's day

Monday, February 11, 2008


There’s a sticker that adorns the vehicle of those working in the fourth estate. It helps open gates that’d otherwise be stubbornly closed, and instills a sense of wariness among those who cross its path. But its quite bemusing when another vehicle crashes into it and the driver says, ‘Oops, did I press too hard?’

until next time, pressing matters :)

Thursday, February 07, 2008

The Non non conformists

There was a time conformity was common. When the non conformists became the majority, they changed the rules. Belonging suddenly became cool, and new herds were formed. But if you really look at it, not much has really changed. We’ve only traded conformism for a sense of belonging. The options are many, the choices few.

until next time, heard the post begin here :)

Monday, February 04, 2008


The argument was about how the brand was aptly named, because the tee now sported an amalgamation of the red and blue, which, before the wash, had refused to socialize with each other, and the white that surrounded them. But the store sales guys were nice and exchanged the tee. So there went the argument.

until next time, maybe next time