The teacher had asked the kid to stand up and read a paragraph from the book. She was fluent in English – very fluent… and read in an almost British accent. But she came to a sudden halt – a short quick pause. The chapter was about the story of a sailor who had contracted AIDS and so the word ‘sex’ was inevitable. It was here that she had given a short pause. ‘Sezz’, she said quickly (with a deliberate lowering of voice) and Continue reading
Mommy say I write a poem
‘My darling can do anything’
She give me samar night
‘It’s a night like this night’
I look at er face. Beautiful face
‘Write about what you like to do’
I look in er Continue reading
23 June 1997, 11:26 PM
Sandriya lay on his arms. Her gaze fixed on the white ceiling above. He was observing her.
“What is it?”, he asked.
“Sandriya, are you okay?”
He adjusts himself and brings his face directly over hers, interrupting her view.
“Sandriya, talk to me”
She was looking at his eyes. But he could feel the gaze going through him as if he never Continue reading
Lying comfortably on the sofa, that face smiled at me, and I smiled back. “You are mine, at least for a few days”. Then it had a bumpy ride in the side-box of my bike. A very precious and a priceless thing in my bike, I giggled. Upon, reaching home, I quickly paced up the stairs. “No, not today. Not Today”.
The Next Day…
Upstairs, my trusty computer, in it’s full Continue reading
Also titled : Infatuation
It was a normal day for me, spending my time with appa in the ‘chayakada’. It was not that far back. In fact, it happened a few days ago. Around 5 O’Clock, four people entered. They were probably in their early twenties. There was laughter and chaos in the wind after their entry. Jokes being thrown and comments being passed (I still wonder whether they said something about me and laughed).
A girl in her teens entered along with her Continue reading
This is not, by any chance, a review of the film. But it is a collection of thoughts and feelings that I experienced on the day I went to watch ‘Da Thadiya’ by Aashiq Abu.
Me : Chetta, 25kg of tata salt.
I was in a shop buying salt for appa’s ‘chayakada’. The shopkeeper went inside and came out bearing a 25kg ‘chaak’ carefully balancing it on his shoulder and placing it on the scooter. I rode off to the shop. There I waited for my father who was very busy inside. So I accepted the task of carrying it myself. I tried to lift it using both hands. It was heavy. Then, I tried another Continue reading
As I turned my cycle and got on it, I suddenly realized the last thing that I had said to him, Paresh.
Me : Enna njaan poyittu varatte?
It was not the type of tone that I usually use to bid a goodbye. Rather, it was more similar to the tone you use when you talk to a kid very much younger than yourself. This got me thinking.
Me : It was true. I used to talk to him as if he was a child studying in maybe 6th or 7th standard. I think that was the reason that I got a strange feeling whenever he called me ‘mone’. I know that he is very much elder Continue reading
I remember it well. It was to the tunes of ARR’s ‘Pachai Nirame’ in ‘Alaipaayuthey’ that a thought came across me. I wanted to start writing a blog.
Me : Da, I want to start writing a blog?
Friend : Don’t you already have one? Something about some important information? Or something like that?
Me : Well..(laughs) essentialinfo.blogspot.com… That is a huge Continue reading