The Perfect Love Letter – 2
Continued from Part 1:The veteran’s sole purpose in life was women. He used to boast that he ‘maintained’ four girl friends simultaneously. Don’t ask me what that means, I am still figuring it out myself. He carried about dozen letters on him and as and when a girl captured his fancy he would walk up […]
The Perfect Love Letter – 1
Before the advent of e-mail or the SMS, we boys used to write love letters on paper (sometimes scented paper or those with the romantic watermarks). I couldn’t construct a coherent sentence in that girl’s presence; my knees never stopped shaking when I was talking to my first crush. She would ask me questions, make […]
The crappiest story in the world
The Torpedos went on a nostalgia trip and posted about their school’s fancy-dress competition. It makes for some fun reading. However, it prompted me, for no obvious reason, to recount this story from a time far behind:K was a very shy boy. Until he reached PU, he kept to himself, steered clear of the bullies, […]
Part 2: Stories from Chittoor
Read the earlier episode I was in 12th standard I guess when this happened. We went for a night show that day. The movie was dubbed from Malayalam to Telugu and was a cop-basher. I slept off a few minutes after the second half started. The lights came on signaling the end of the movie. […]
Stories from Chittoor
Cops slapping boys and girls in a park in Meerut might sound amazing to most of you. But given my experiences, it does seem normal to me. It is probably much worse in smaller towns. I grew up in a small town called Chittoor. And here are the stories related to the cops there. When […]
Yellow Pages Blues: Phase End
The Yellow Pages Blues series:The Early DaysIn the field Yesterday, a salesman had called. He wanted to sell a personal loan to me. He claimed that he was from Citibank. ‘Are you from an agency of Citibank or from Citibank itself?’ He cleared his throat, grunted, and said ‘I am from Citibank.’ Even Bush would […]
Honnemardu: bLogout – Part 1
Long post. I don’t want you giving me gyan about the length of my posts. And all those losers that never made it, eat this. At least! The bLogout started on a shaky note. Four people had dropped out and the number of people was 19 on D-day. So, on 17 June, at 2230 hours, […]
The Dubai Return – II
Read Part-one firstThe tenement went into a tizzy of excitement, bitching, and gossip. ‘Mari is bringing gold biscuits in cartons.’ ‘Mari is going to buy the tenement and build a palace.’ ‘Mari was fired. He is coming back for good.’ ‘The Dubai police caught Mari with a lord Ganesha picture. They threatened to chop his […]
The Dubai Return
Warning: Long post. I am just writing spontaneously. I don’t know why I am writing this. I am typing away like a maniac. Oh yes, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely accidental. However, I borrowed some of the characters and incidents from my personal experiences. […]
MGR Thitu: Sorrow Redefined
We (Kribs, Anita, Arun, Joshi, Chitra, and Nanda) reached the temple town of Chidambaram in the wee hours of 16th January. A couple of guys we had met on our way (during one of our tea breaks) had told us to check-in at the S.K. Guest House. After about three hours of rest, at around […]