what is Ecopress and what is it doing on my blog?

I don’t care what Ecopress is but why the heck is it on my “free” blog. It seems WordPress up to cheeky stunts: unauthorized ads sneaked in. Ecopressed along with WordPress have decided to hoodwink the unsuspecting bloggers. Don’t be surprised if you see a ‘green’ ad of Ecopressed sneaking around the end of your [...]

semi- fictional tale about Pluto Panes

Hi, my name is: Pluto Panes Never in my life have I been: caught peeing from the top of a building.   The one person who can drive me nuts is: my ‘adequately sane’ but imaginary neighbour Rufus Daruwala When I’m nervous: I generally used to suck my thumb but nowadays i pee my pants. [...]

lazy summer

somedays it would matter and somedays it wouldn’t somedays the cat would drag in the flesh and leave it on the bathroom floor intestine to clean, isn’t an enjoyable task hanging internal threads ripped off by the merciless cat a lazy summer afternoon snack

the red bricks

Questions haunt the mind Demanding answers all over again Answers unknown Answers quite beyond my comprehension Unlike the carefree days This lonely me finds The very work of nature Confusing, outlandish What are the red bricks? Can you see through darkness? What is roggibobbin? How much joy makes you happy? Which is better- a strip [...]

Muted muffled stories…

Looking into the world can be a tiresome experience. The red t-shirts and the blue skirts of the world in their daily journey to reach from x to y. through the maze and beyond the gloom of the daily life. A bag strung around. And meticulously calculated steps. 10 steps to the coffee house. 45 [...]

recollection of tomorrow

but it isn’t back. it isn’t where i began from. it isn’t where i left it rotting. with sacks of rat infested words. it is beyond that. or maybe not. maybe in between. like the lines in a journal that we skip past. to get to the end. to find out the meaning. like in [...]

wine and you

Pour it. Swirl it. Sniff it. Drink it. When did wine refuse to be just another drink and became a cultural phenomenon? Maybe it happened right when the grapes got smashed. Maybe it happened when the grapes turned sour. Wine has always hogged the mindscapes of the modern world. There is something about wine that [...]

why isn’t life simple?

the universe is rather indifferent towards you and it is gonna remain the same till you stay interested. it’s true. my rather eccentric neighbor (who is only partly senile) told me so. i am not the guy who has the answers. really, i don’t. ask my college professors. but i am the guy who has realized (after [...]

in conversation with ‘someone’

how am i? well the exact answer is i don’t know. and all that talk about job n things. i just was kidding. i don’t really care about job. and it isn’t really tough to get a job. it just that i love to cry about how sad my life is that’s all. and who [...]

hahaha

>>>i hate my life. i hate it. why god? why me? what have i ever done against you? yeah, once in a while i did say that you are santa claus for adults. but then i believe in santa claus. i even dress up in red and say ho ho ho in december. i leave [...]

this is not the smell of fresh roses that i exchanged my moments for.

this is not the smell of fresh roses that i exchanged my moments for. not the quiet spaces taken up by these spiteful times.Not today. not that day. did i bargained for all that i lost or gained nothing.petals of roses exchanged for burnt ashes of autumn leaves. maybe it wasn’t an exchange at all. [...]

don’t listen to my whispers.

don’t listen to my whispers. they lie. about the spiders i caught at the wrong web. about the time i spent swallowing spit. about the anger i hid. it is nothing but not old cobweb tales. i die. i long. i see. i die again. a wrong step into a wrong web. don’t listen to [...]

luck and me

luck and me. we aren’t really close. once in a while we did sleep together. but then it’s been mostly one night stands. when she’s drunk at night, she pretends to like me but in the morn she hates my guts and stays away. she says she’ll call but she never does. that’s our sweet [...]

“what will u do with the money?”

what will i do with the money? WHAT WILL I DO WITH THE MONEY? you ask me that question. there are three hundred and twenty eight plus one things that i can do with ‘the’ money. i can buy a sack of potatoes and sell deep deep fried french fries outside India gate. i can [...]

my debate with a man of god

People do make up stories all the time. The Scientologists have their alien story. The Hindus have their Ramayana and Mahabharata. You have your own tales. A simple Google search throws up so many religions and their beliefs in different tales. and all of them believe in theirs being THE TRUE STORY. yes with passing time, the older the story gets the more authentic it seems. it exists in a garb of so called TRUTH.