The gang
Three is hardly worthy of being called a gang… the number gives an impression that the gang probably has a lot of expectations but no aggression. And if you go on and call them a triangle, the punch gives way to imagined thoughts that insinuate relationships with hyperventilation of emotions. But then the three that...
You make me nervous, dear
‘No, don’t… please don’t look this side now… I really need to get over my awe of you and get some exercise,’ whispered my gorgeous girl-friend, ‘But you… you make me nervous, dear.’ ‘Me?’ I rolled my eyes and swiped my tongue in ecstasy, as all lizards are fond of doing. ‘Not you, you useless...
Wild at Heart and Weird on Top
Yeah, so I agree with David Lynch when he said that ‘the whole world is wild at heart and weird on top’ because the words fit off-beat films like evil intent does to the wily wolf in that fairy tale with a red riding hood. Off-beat films are about the real facts that we are...
Are the best really the best?
For his SSB Thematic Apperception Test Bhairon Singh had to write a few lines on a picture showing a young man coming out of an employment exchange in what could be interpreted as either thoughtfulness or an agitated state of mind. Most wrote about the dreadful state of unemployment in the country and how the...
Love and a bridge called literacy
He was silent but his eyes spoke well – And more than any verbose spell! She let the couplet she had written on him reverberate in her mind until her entire being was swept by a massive orgasmic tsunami of emotions. He had not spoken a word and yet had professed his love for her....
The tricky twins!
Ram and Shyam were twins. They were both fond of playing tricks on their friends and teachers. Ram had a preference for a stubble and Shyam shaved daily. But there were days when they reversed this… and when this happened, the world was in a tizzy! So obviously, their favourite one was pretending to be...
Poets write, stubbles don’t
They were meeting after a gap of a fortnight. He sported a stubble that day. She stopped about two feet from him, looked straight into his eyes and said, ‘Your clean shaven looked bowled me over. And then bit by bit I began loving you. But this look…’ She paused. Her pause was long enough...
There is a child in me
There is a child in me. Yes, this is true… even literally, because after all it is the sperm and an ova that finally come together to create a new life. This is what I told Specky when I asked her what she thought she would want to gift a child. ‘A child?’ she asked,...
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 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...
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...
