HEX: The Hero who cannot be demonetized

  Dhyayato visayan pumsah sangas tesupajayate sangat sanjayate kamah kamat krodho 'bhijayate Lord Shiva woke up from his deep meditations and looked down upon the Earth for the centenary survey of the planet. With all three eyes open, he glanced at the green planet and what he saw there shocked him. There was strife and…

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Settlement

Click. Click. Pause. Click. With a barely audible whomp, the flame came on. Anish brought the lighter closer to the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He took a puff, followed immediately by another, and released the button on the nearly-depleted lighter as his cigarette lit up fully. As he set the lighter down on…

Cloudy in Ranchi

It is always cloudy in Ranchi. Before global warming announced its entry in all glory, there used to be more or less just two seasons here - monsoon and winter. Spring was short lived and lasted only for a month, from mid-March to mid-April. And it went away unnoticed since that is a very busy…

चलो, तुमको लेकर चलें

चलो, इंद्रधनुष के अंत तक चलें | सुना है वहाँ परियाँ मटकियों में सोने के सिक्के छिपाती हैं, वहाँ एक सपनों की दुकान करते हैं – हरे गुलाबी रजनीगंधा की खुशबू वाले दिन में टिमटिमाते सपने | उनको कोई ग़रीबन  की बेटी बालों में जूड़े संग गूथ लेगी, या कोई फकीरन का बच्चा आँसुओं संग…

The hoax of happiness

There's this John Lennon quote (misquoted probably) about how his goal in life was to be happy. Some of my friends, although unknown of The Beatles, also reply the same when I ask them. I understand that the ultimate goal of most of the humans would be to be happy. But sorry, it's bullshit. Firstly, what is happiness?…

You Know Chechnya

You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry We could have, but we didn't try To save you from the enemy's eye You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry You know Chechnya, sometimes I hear Your voices that have known no fear Mourning those, who once were dear You know Chechnya, sometimes I hear You know Chechnya, sometimes…

The Thief

On the hot and dreary summer nights, as Amma slept after a hard day’s work, I would sneak out to the backyard and look at the stars. It was the only time I felt alive; as if the chains that bound me throughout the days dissolved away to let me live, truly and freely, for…

MISH, MASH BALDERDASH

So, finally, I get the opportunity to rant. To speak (write) out my mind, crib, shout and chant. What among the thousands of things That go through my mind, should I share with the world? Maybe everything? Or nothing really? Quiz. No quiz. Quiz. No quiz. Cramming for quiz… Messed up the quiz. Same old.…

Love in the Time of Dengue

Priya ambled lazily across the wall towards the window. She’d always peep outside, but I thought she’d never leave. I had made my peace with this intruder to some extent. The vicious attacks with bug spray and a broom that just made her circumnavigate the room had been replaced with a weary tolerance. The first…

Home Turf

My dreams are stretched so far and wide But the world asks me to cast them aside To forget the thousand yards that I have walked. My eyes were young, when I walked blindfold, The wind in my hair, my feet in the sky, Rainbows on my shoes and stories in my eyes I wondered…