God of Sparrows

Summer of April is always better than the summer of May and the latter is always better than summer of June. Summer of July is worst, it burns the synthetic fabric which then melts and gets stuck to the vest and leave its colour there, like a stamp of authority, as if the vest belongsContinue reading “God of Sparrows”

The Roommate Chronicles – Latest Roomie

What pisses me off the most is when people do not do their designated work. If someone so loves to stand out of the system, one should act like a rebel. Rebels I love, lazy asses I hate to the core of my heart. All sorts of weird things have happened with me in theContinue reading “The Roommate Chronicles – Latest Roomie”

5000 Seconds

One year and five months. Approximately eighty-three minutes. Five Thousand Seconds. Last week, this website reached a total click count of five thousand. Five thousand seconds of hitting enter on a keyboard after typing muktimantra.com or after clicking a google search link that brought someone to this website. I wonder if they liked what theyContinue reading “5000 Seconds”

To Be, Or Not To Be

“I hate long flights.” “I’m sorry!” “Long flights! I hate them. One has got nothing to do other than eating, sleeping and watching movies.” “One can have a good conversation.” “I don’t think so. Two people cannot converse on a single topic for a long time.” “But two people can converse on several topics.” “ForContinue reading “To Be, Or Not To Be”

A Headless Life

“Mom! There is a cockroach in my room!” Radhika shouted while dropping her school bag on the floor and running out of the room. “Cockroaches aren’t dangerous, they just look like they are.” Vivek, Radhika’s younger brother, informed her. “No way! Cockroaches are weird and their moustaches are so dreadful! I’m not going inside theContinue reading “A Headless Life”

Rock Star

By AmanChawla 30th November, 2011, Janakpuri District Centre, Delhi, About 4’o clock in the evening. “Jo bhi main, kehna chaahun, barbaad karein alfaaz mere… oh yaye…. oo yeahyeahye…” is what I was repeatedly humming while stepping out of Satyam Cineplex. The lines of this very special song from the movie ‘Rockstar’ were struck in myContinue reading “Rock Star”

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Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

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A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.

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