Beauty of Chaos

Getting in a flap about things is not my style. The beauty of chaos is that everything finds its own place, without any effort. It may not be the ideal scheme of things, but then, what is ideal for one is anathema to the other. Let the good times roll. When life comes to the … Continue reading Beauty of Chaos

Farther than the truth

The villagers are illiterate, and I often use shells to explain their liabilities. It is the business of a moneylender to maintain accounts. I’m the richest person in the village, and would like to maintain status quo. I have seen lifecycles of local residents from birth to debt to death, from prosperity to poverty, from … Continue reading Farther than the truth

Waiting for her

The corner looked exactly the same, as it did for more than a decade. I often pointed out that the only thing missing is a laptop. But Anna-Marie preferred a notebook and pen to note down her creative ideas and household task reminders. The phone kept her connected to the ecosystem. “Everything is in control.” … Continue reading Waiting for her

Jugaad

“Amazing! This contraption does function.” The Inspector of Schools exclaimed. The teacher looked apologetic. “Sir, we do not have a well-equipped lab. The children make use of whatever is available to execute their ideas.” “You will now ask for a grant. But I am nominating this student for a scholarship in recycling research. I am … Continue reading Jugaad

Scripted

“From inky thumb impressions of the illiterate to biometrics … the world is round. This script may be old, but the images will convey what alphabets cannot. We can use this in digital devices for the unlettered.” “Sure, I have already figured out how to dupe them of their money.” (279 characters)   Twittering Tales … Continue reading Scripted

All mixed up

The mosaic of life, and the constitution of this world are unbelievable. If I meet a person with multiple faces indulging in multiple speak, I often wonder if the Creator has put the wrong pieces together. Maybe it became a composite whole after some time, but yet doesn’t make sense. Is the person a perpetrator … Continue reading All mixed up

I was born alone

He is waiting in the Principal’s office, and I don’t want to see him. Fake tears, feigned affection, freaky attempts to lure me with cheap candy I relished as a child, but have long since outgrown — why does this man need to wear so many faces? And none of those are convincing enough. I … Continue reading I was born alone

Mission Accomplished

Expressing opinions or sharing content which is considered anti-national is a legal offence. All social media sharing is being monitored. Those who do not comply will are liable to punishment. This post from an unknown source is going viral on the internet, and somehow killing people’s right to expression is not considered anti-national. “No fake … Continue reading Mission Accomplished

Pieces of rEAlitY

“You are gifted. You are one of the best talents in writing, acting and directing that we have today. Why did you never think of doing it all for a single film? It could be a kind of signature flick for you.” The interviewer looked at her like a smitten fan in all earnestness. “I … Continue reading Pieces of rEAlitY

Crooked obsessions

We met at the school reunion a year ago. And now, Julie has invited me to see her cottage in the forest. One glance at the structure, and I exclaimed “Hey! You continue to be a Sly Stallone fan?” “Sly Stallone? What does he have to do with this cottage I designed and got built?” … Continue reading Crooked obsessions