Monthly Archives: February 2006

You have lodged yourself in my head. Perhaps in the sinus. Which explains why my head rattles when I move it. You swing from end to the other. The more I shake my head to dislodge you, the more it … Continue reading →

Street Harassment has never been an “issue” in India. It’s been there for so long that it doesn’t feel like an issue – it’s just a part of the wider context. Forgotten by the authorities, ignored by Mainstream Media – … Continue reading →

Childhood red oxide floor prints of monkey paws here – we spilt milk, there, the little one peed. Cousins hold their peace while jackfruit ripens on trees, the stomach then rose in waves of laughter. Spouses wave to touch invisible … Continue reading →

I am asked by a reader “What does “3 am” connote? Apart from its 3 hours past midnight and its early morning does it have more meaning? ” 3 AM seems to be caught in a cusp. From the time … Continue reading →

Inky and Wendigo are a sight for sore eyes. They threatened to come home for a cook-over. Both me and my kitchen were very excited. Among other things we scared some of our neighbours and created quite a racket. Inky … Continue reading →

India’s first Bird Flu case has been confirmed with samples from dead poulty being tested. So far no humans have been reported with the infection. It appears to be of the H5N1 subtype, though more samples have been sent to … Continue reading →

On Ego – The Ego is like the Liver. It gets hurt, but has an incredible capacity to regenerate. The Ego’s memory is only left with a dangling scar, and sometimes even that disappears. On Adoring – Adoring is a … Continue reading →

Last night, I had a fabulous date with Inky. While Inky is one of my favourite bloggers, I also discovered that she is extremely resourceful when it comes to twisting the system to get cheaper tickets. She treated me to … Continue reading →

Echo of a sleeping pigeon waving silent wing, Trains heave and sigh woken from their yards. 3 AM dreams never disturb insomniacs and empty office rooms.

Note – Kadai Take 6. In continuation from Take 5 here. — Do you remember the time we had stuffed ourselves with Paranthas? As with all weekend winter mornings, Old Delhi lay yawning in front of us. Waking up in … Continue reading →

It would be too much of a bother really. You know, invent a couple of characters. To place them in uncertain corners of your mind. As though such uniqueness were actually possible. Paint them with eccentricities. Add an element of … Continue reading →

Note – Dug from the remains of June 2001. Cuticura lives on the first floor of a nameless building. He’s a bachelor, 32 years of age and had nine grey strands of hair. He counts his grey hair every fifteen … Continue reading →