Men in pursuit
No we’re not debating if it is men who love pursuing women or is it the other way round. Think what pleases you because I believe both forever want the best as their friend and partner. But here is a conversation between two men. One is a pogonophiliac or a lover of beards sporting a...
Autobiography of that unclean stubble
The stage was set. Microphones were functional. It was a gathering that stubble-land had never heard of before and so they had called it STUBBLEBURN of the unbathed stubble group. They were all there with all their attention. Some were in black achkans and others in sedate grey or even white sherwanis. After all, their...
The other side of the net
What does a fisherman see when he casts a net in the sea? He sees a full stomach, enough money to buy him and his family a lot of clothes and other things, smiles, songs, dances, and prosperity. This is a perspective that is so obvious and common… what is uncommon and not so obvious...
Bounce, buzz, and giggle
A blackberry can have a huge variety of reactions… on the emotive as well as the physical level. And I’m not talking about the blackberry that you hold in your hands to text or talk… I’m talking about the Blackberry Crush in the wide range of breezer flavours from Bacardi. For the absolutely uninitiated, a...
There’s more to stubble than you really know
‘Haven’t you forgotten to add an article before stubble in the title?’ asked Specky when she read what I was writing. I paused and replied, ‘No. And that is because I’m not writing about A STUBBLE. I’m writing about stubble, the word.’ ‘So that means a stubble isn’t always the sort of despicable out-growth...
My Yoga Rhymes
Night is gone but dreams are on And sleep for me goes on and on Until my wife says: ‘Get up, you bum Brush your teeth to be my chum!’ ‘There’s a better way,’ says my tab. And it is my trusty smiling lab! ‘Set an alarm of a song you like And you’ll wake...
The stubble debate
His friends called him ‘stubble’… and they did that not just because he had the most endearing stubble in the entire Boys hostel, but because he was able to scratch every itchy part of his body with his stubble! And he quoted Jarod Kintz from his book ‘The Book Title is Invisible’, ‘I enjoy scratching...
What are elections about?
Are elections all about change? Do they reach out to the common man asking him to choose between a ‘thank you’ and a ‘good riddance’ on the lips or on placards? Or are they about sniggers and vacuous kerbside analysis by minds that have rarely gone beyond the self? Or going further, are they about...
Part and parcel
‘The parcel,’ I said, pointing to the opened packet on my study table, ‘has just delivered a part of me.’ My friend Anoop was aghast. He thought he had just heard words that were macabre and waited with eyes open for the rest of the gory details. He, however, did hesitatingly ask, ‘Hope you aren’t...
Twenty-four years later
We met after twenty-four years. In a restaurant. A well-lighted one where they are discrete and interactive without making you feel you’re being stalked. She looked around and saw the paintings on the walls. ‘Nice paintings,’ she murmured. ‘Yes ma’am,’ said the waiter emerging out of nowhere, ‘the entire décor is inspired by the Southern...
We-can-we-will
My stubble, it’s mine How can I hate that smelly stubble? The unshaven bard sang his song merrily and people clapped. He stroked his trademark prickly stubble and after finishing his song, said, ‘Three cheers for the all-male how-can-I club.’ The next performance was by the all-women why-must-I club and they believed in only protest...
This happened at three in the morning
Sproing! Sproing!! His mind was sluggish at three in the morning and his eyes sleepy-laden. He slowly opened them and saw his navel peeping out of his unbuttoned night-suit shirt. ‘I’m lying down,’ he thought, ‘how can I see my own navel?’ He thought he was still dreaming and pulling himself out of his bed...
