What’s my state of mind? Exhausted and overwhelmed.

Exhausted, because my health is a bit wobbly right now. I need to travel; I need to elope with my worries. Troublesome bits of anxiety besiege me with thoughts incapable of inspiration. I want to suspend them in some far away place where they are overtaken by calm and peace. I want to win this one ( Read more... )

I'm not the only one starin' at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind
--Staring at the sun, U2


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Chaat, chaat, chaat! I am having fun ( Read more... )

A few years ago, I very convincingly asserted, "I am you."

Two days ago, I heard Idi Amin say the exact same. The intensity in his tone --voice and eyes was the exact same as well.

Brrr...

I am not cruel, I remember to differ. The Last King of Scotland is. Cruel, but brilliant. Leo, forget about the Oscar, honey!

While Valentine’s Day is still a handful days away, love is always in season. While I was in Kolkata’s upbeat Park Street area, enjoying a cup of Viennese coffee at the famed Flurys, I spotted this young man trying to lure a customer or two. He was selling heart-shaped balloons. I guess Valentine’s Day for him signifies a day when he manages to ( Read more... )

It started out as a 2.50pm flight and shifted timings to 4.20, 5.00, 6.00 and finally at 6.30, I was out of Kolkata. And now I am back home, feels so, well, at home ( Read more... )

It's like 4.30 in the morning and the bloody flight is delayed by four good hours. I just had a pot of hot tea and some methi puris. There's nothing like super-early morning breakfast. It's pretty quiet right now. In an hour, the milk van shall arrive, that's my usual time to hit sack ( Read more... )

If it has to happen, it should happen now.

Does God need the restroom?

What if there was no chlorophyll?

Would everything be like...yellow, yellow, dirty fellow?

Am I good?

Nah, I am the best.

But then again, that's relative.

Why does everything have to be relative?

Why can't it be unrelative?

There is no such word. Is there no such ( Read more... )

A recluse, I am. As the years pass by, this trait is mounting. The truth is conceited and brimming with arrogance. No one is stimulating enough. Most faces and voices cease to interest after turning a few pages. Predictable like shoes. Boring like cabbage. Limited like fences. I clam in their presence. I am happy as long as I fly. I love you ( Read more... )