Yes, the Gods ordered
Even I would never have believed had Arjun Rampal not told me the story. Well I’m talking of Arjun and Rampal, two of my best friends who love walking up and down the ramp in every major fashion show all over the country. In our circle of friends we call them Arjun Rampal as it...
The club election
It wasn’t a club really, but an association of around two score shop-keepers in a small cul-de-sac in Chandni Chowk. I attended their annual election of the Club President on the invitation of my friend Suresh. Suresh was a wholesaler of health food. Their club had people selling suitcases, embroidered sarees, diaries, books, dry-fruits, food-stuff,...
The audition
I was prepared. I was full of confidence. I knew my lines and I had rehearsed them umpteen times in the past few hours. So as I opened my eyes after a night when even in my dreams I was up there on the NSD stage, I murmured, ‘What a glorious morning!’ That day I...
Pipi
Fathers, mothers and grandparents generally qualify as the most popular role-models. Husbands and wives too can be sitting in this chair for each other but after all, they are never doing anything without each other’s nudges, are they? So because everything done by spouses has a sort of equal participation, there never is that special...
The reluctant role-model: Video Blog
I’m no role model It isn’t easy to write on a person who you are living with… or call him or her your role-model. This is because you are then stepping on the intimacy patterns of that relationship. But I finally did decide to communicate through a short video. The text that you see below,...
It’s time to talk of a speck of time
I’ve always thought of time as something that pulsates with life… an entity that you can, if you really wish to, touch, poke, and tickle… the funny thing is that time camouflages itself as a left-brained creature every time I dive into the abstraction surrounding reality. This happened again a few nights back when I...
We’re talking about art here
Do I make it short? Do I let it suddenly abort? Do I go on and on and on? Do I let my words just mourn? Do I let iambs burst out? Do I make it compact and stout? Do I in syllables fly? Do I have words that fret and cry? Do I write...
The case of the hairy murderer
It was a cold and foggy early January afternoon. There were dark clouds in the sky and yet to us the day was far from dreary. There was intrigue in the air and we were out in the city aiming a closer re-look at the murder scene. ‘I wonder why the killer left the surly...
The edge of reason
When words move out of their homes And emerge like stubble, all prickly It is time to shave them off We carve our future with a dose of ambitions But sometimes the cravings get out of hand, Boisterous. It is then time to take the whip out. A stubble can be boisterous but not a...
‘Me?’ I asked, giving my stubble a thoughtful rub
‘Me?’ I asked, giving my stubble a thoughtful rub, ‘You want me to write on what would make men get rid of their evening stubble?’ We looked at each other and I could see that there was a tinge of confusion and another hint of a smile thinking who would win. Well, laughter meandered freely...
Stubble Tales
She always says, ‘Let my hands glide down your cheeks like a reveller goes down a water-slide.’ She is forever yearning for her husband to have the ‘best shaved face of the year’ look… and he has been doing this for a long time now. After all, they have been staying together now for more...
