Archive for the 'Fiction' Category

She asked me to stay,
I couldn’t,
Oh, I had a long way to go.
The rain is lashing,
the wind swishing,
for just one night take care,
oh, take rest dear,
morning we’ll find you a mare.
Oh, let the rain rush down,
or the skies open,
the earth part,
or souls depart,
I got to go, a long way.
Steaming food and a warm bed,
hot water [...]


As I choked…

18Jul08

Looking down the long barrel of the old gun wasn’t a pleasant experience, rather horrifying in fact. The long dark shaft stretched along the rest of my vision like an infinte abyss ready to gulp down my spineless self. But little did I know that it was my fate to mouth the abyss… like in [...]


Kantakhaala was a small village on the sea. It was 15 kms away from Gopalpur, the nearest town. It had never been in news, not many people were even aware of its existence, but the quiet life of the illiterate villagers was turned upside down when some city folks said their village was of archaeological [...]


Read-Only mode

14Jul08

‘… and he made me see what an asshole I was. He smashed my head on the ground and a moment later I heard the crunching of my bones as they crushed to smithereens on the hard dirty surface. I tasted the blood oozing out from my splintered lips and felt the broken teeth by [...]


Finally…

09Jul08

There have been no cases of unaccountable poltergeism since the last two days. The changed locks have done their job it seems, keeping at bay the unseen intruder(s). But that still doesn’t explain the voices. I still hear them infrequently, at no particular time. They come and go after brief interludes. Maybe it’s all happening [...]


Day 3

08Jul08

The locks have been changed. I doubt its utility if the unseen visitor is already inside the flat. I was surprised to find volumes on the internet detailing how people had been living in other people’s flats for half a life time. I searched the whole house yesterday night. Thoroughly.
The fear is still around. I [...]


Strange things have been happening. I could swear that there’s someone else present in the house. I find things out of place sometimes, wet towels, unwashed dishes, strewn papers… inexplicably open cupboards and misplaced books. Why only the other day when I was having a bath, I heard a voice from the bedroom. I turned [...]


I wish the seconds would linger
keeping the rest waiting;
I hope the coming would go,
rewinding the play,
making it possible so.
You wish you were I,
making full fill
and the sun sin;
I wish I was you,
lusting the list,
gunning the gin.
We can’t be singular,
except in terms of grammar,
on the pages etched,
just as us comes
between I and you.
The lovely Bess still [...]


Things have been happening rather fast.
Soon after I was acquainted to Paul Oakenfold and his Bunkka, the dashing Mimoh came to shake hands as Jimmy. As if this was not enough, Sir Rushdie came up to read me a few excerpts from his The Enchantress of Florence. I was reintroduced to Akbar and asked to have [...]


Over the year

10Apr08

Today, April the 10th, marks the completion of my second year as a blogger. Unlike the first anniversary, I find myself in a new place among new people, though somethings haven’t changed much. The dramatic narcissist that I am, I’m not going to share the irrelevant details of my presence on the blogosphere or experiences therein over the [...]