Aandal Part 2
Read the first part It was a Sunday afternoon and Aandal was squatting outside our grand ma’s. She was telling my granny about this mentally challenged kid in one of the homes on Alwarpet street. She was talking about how that kid was always screaming for food. “Maami andha payyan eppo paaru bun kaapi bun […]
Partha Sarathi MBA
“I am an MBA.” He announced and laughed revealing his yellow teeth. He was standing in a corner, nursing a 90 of cheap whisky along with some beer. The veins were pronounced on his hands. He pulled the sleeves of his once off-white shirt yet again; it was an involuntary, nervous reaction I guess. I […]
Aandal
You knew Aandal was in the vicinity when the atrocious stench of her chewing tobacco (called Panneer Pugailai in Tamil) assaulted your nose. It’d normally be early in the morning, around eight, when she would turn up to perform her duties as our maid. No one really knew how she ended up in the neighbourhood. […]
Grandmaster Muniyandi: The Sham-Sac (concluding part)
[Continued from Part 1 and Part 2] Young people, especially those that are heartbroken, are a showy lot. Ravi was no different. His world knew that he was, to use the archaic term, ‘licked’. Or as boys in Chittoor called it, ‘she gave him haath’. Like all rejected lovers, Ravi went into a stage of […]
Grandmaster Muniyandi-2 – The Queen’s Gambit
[Contd from part 1] Ravi cleared his throat, took a deep breath, coughed and said “Pleased to meet you. It is a privilege to meet you.” He found it difficult to not stare at the wonderful contours her t-shirt made. Just when he was about to thank god, Muniyandi appeared on the scene from nowhere […]
Grandmaster Muniyandi – 1
Vishy Anand won the World Junior Chess Championship and the small Chess community in Chittoor celebrated. They met at the NGO home, next to to the sub-jail, like every evening; the Chess association secretary distributed sweets. It was business as usual after that in the NGO Home. Some men played ‘Ring’ in the front lawn. […]
The Angry Young Teacher
Everyone was scared of Suresh sir. The new science graduate from PVKN College, Chittoor. His explosive temper was legendary. Even Mallik, the Correspondent of Anita Tutorials avoided confrontations with Suresh. The lady teachers though had little to worry about. Suresh was nice to them, especially to pretty lady teachers. I kept a very low profile […]
The hunt for the Bison – 1
“My uncle saw the Bison. Mother promise!” Prabhu said. I stared at him for a good minute and said, “Let’s go camp then. Tonight?” The late winter morning had a deceiving chill to it. Prabhu pulled his hands into his sweater sleeves and shook his head and said “Not today. Probably next Sunday?”He was two […]
Monkey Business
Oh no, it is not what you think. No Mr.Symonds, I am not getting cute here. This is a true story:This happened when I was in seventh class. We had just moved back to Chittoor from Chennai. It was a pleasant evening and our neighbor was calling his pigs home. That haunting ‘aaaa aaaa och!’ […]
Dichhaa
I think I was in my first PU then; my friends and I’d just finished drinking our ‘crush’ (grated ice mixed with sewage water, sweeteners, and colour additives.) As we entered school, I noticed Anif, the body builder, walk towards Bhaskar. Anif’s eyes were glowing; he swung his arms ferociously as he walked. Even […]