I want to become a writer

Dedicated to Rahul.

The bus sprinted aggressively across the clumsy road missing each and every vehicle that it overtook by mere inches. And it was no discomfort to anyone standing inside as we had inherited through natural selection the traits of going through normal life while simultaneously being thrown over from one corner of the bus to another; the ticket collector issues a ticket in one corner and – screech – flies to the other corner bumping into a herd of women and then apologizing and cracking a joke, proceeds to issue their ticket and so on. And the women don’t mind at all for it is all too common. Once, while in a similar situation, the driver kicked with all his might at the breaks to avoid a possible collision with an oncoming car on the bridge, and physics forced me to swerve, revolving round the vertical metal bar, that I’d clutched on to, in a semi-circle and landing, finally, on the lap of a woman seated nearby who’s hands instinctively and quite naturally made contact with my spine. Our noses had learned to eliminate that particular range of scent, the smell of metal drenched in dust, smoke and sweat. Such is the manner of lifestyle of a commuter in Kerala and it would have been the same here too had there not had been this yapping fellow who was standing next to me with a huge desire to know my life history and my plans for the future. I pretended not to hear him the first time but then I gave up after seeing his innocent face. Continue reading

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The Birth of D3

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblances to real persons,living or dead, animals, furniture and bathroom are purely coincidental.

 

The writer excused himself to go to the bathroom. Opening the majestic white double door adorned with gem-like thingies, he peered inside. The walls were stylized with clay bricks and cement-like substance, that looked just like cement but not, and carved surrealistically from the top to the bottom. “Saab likes expressionism”, thought he. And then his eyes moved toward the toilet upon which a dark raccoon sat with his wide eyes peering back at him dangerously. Continue reading

Liebster or Bust !!!

Dedicated to Amma, Appa, Minnu, Ammumma and Kamal Hassan (My Hero)

I write this in the tunes of Ilayaraja’s ‘Ninaivo Oru Paravai’ from the movie Sigappu Rojaakkal’ and I don’t know why but I am reminded of the origins of this blog. I was unsure whether this blog would live when I had started to write the first post. Not a lot has come after that but they have certainly come and that is the important thing for me.

‘Endhan Nenjil’ – Kalaignan

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The Lazy Work

Monotonously, the teacher exclaimed, “The Topic”. One student replied : Seven Wonders of the world. And so, it was done. We had to prepare an assignment on either one or all of the seven wonders of the world.

This incident took place weeks ago. The assignment was to be submitted on 20th of August.

On 20-08-2013, I got up at about 5 O’ Clock and started doing my assignment. Now, I felt very lazy on the prospect of having to write many details when I was reading about the topic that I had chosen. Then I decided to gobble up most details and add some gas. I call the end result The Lazy Work. Enjoy (Or maybe not).

Some might hate me for this and many might find this as rubbish. The truth is: This is rubbish but I like this rubbish. 😉

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Immence Overflow Of Emotions… “Know me to like me”

This is “Immense Overflow Of Emotions”. A portion where I will be sharing some thoughts that I can no longer hold inside me (I really can’t). These emotions can be happy, sad, angry et al. The length can range from one-liners to short paragraphs.

You must know me to like me

“I’ve always liked people who know me to like me, because I think I’m quite likeable. But people who make up their minds Continue reading

Sex as Taboo

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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 Continue reading