Club 36 is a narrow oasis off the confines of UoN on-campus hostels devoted to the pursuit of lunch. Narrow because that’s always crowded, and oasis because that’s where food is. Makeshift food tents everywhere. It’s famous for chapatis. People who go to Club 36 are rabbits. The chapatis that people love to gobble up … More Club 36
Just two weeks ago, on Thursday, my clock ticked a quarter century old. I remember looking at the mirror expecting 25 to stare back; or traces of man-wrinkles beneath my eyelids and other fragile pieces of me. So it’s no fairy tale after all? Being 25? We all feel this way in our early twenties; … More On being 25 …
A couple of weeks ago, I was seated next to Hilton Hotel’s Frustration Square gazing blankly at newspaper vendors. There’s life at that place. Ranging from teen boys in sagged pants walking like newborn calves to these shaved-eyebrow girlie wannabes who blow air kisses at each other. In the streets, people look normal. They look … More The art of amusing the patient
Insomnia. 2.30 a.m. A visitor has just left the house. She’s those friends whose jargon are just pearls of wisdom. Those with whom we’ve been brought together by circumstance. We’re neighbors. She’s a writer too. She has a fetish for secret passage-ways too. She’s tired of receiving and giving of chocolates and roses too. She … More We all just really need to be heard!
That’s why I’ll miss Otis. I’m sure his wifey never discovered our numerous escapades through breathalyzer checkpoints, completely unscathed by the law. Mark you, Otis was rarely home. I’ll long for the inebriated attempts to sing some golden country music such as “country road, take me home” that Otis did at the wheel; having arrived at the gate in one piece at 1 a.m. Most times he’d visit my quarters at the top-most floor the following day-break before wifey got up and leave me with the remnant oranges, lemons, gum and other chewables that were myriads attempts to drown the smell of alcohol that she loathed. “Mrs. Otis didn’t entertain edible paraphernalia in the house unless brought by her,” Otis often claimed. … More Tragedy at House No. 352
Beyond my here and now; an eclipse. The ‘twenties’ are … strange. The duality of striving to be alive to reality yet at the same time holding onto dreams is quite the challenge in many a twenty-something’s life. In fact, both child-eyed wonder and hard-nosed reality struggle to weigh each other down on opposite sides … More Beyond my here and now; an eclipse.
Yeah, this is the most stupid post inspired by the video on your right. But what happens to us in the shower? Or is it just me? If they tell you I’ve gone berserk, please present these shower-tweets to the doc!
There’s nothing prettier, Than a confident, naked female. A naked female face, that is. Female face without make-up, Is what I really mean. Nature simply drives insane. Because we are part of it. And that’s how we’re hardwired. But maybe I’m just a selfish freak, Who thinks of the next hike, And hates anything that’d … More Poem: Naked … female … face
By the way, i wish one could accidentally make a pancake like the way one accidentally makes a baby – in bed. But i’ve got to step out and do mistakes. Oops, i meant do life. … More It’s not a monster, it’s just Monday.
Like in all pleasures, the same style is boring. I always spice up my evening liturgy; you don’t have to shower the same way every day. … More Showergasm