I’ve been playing ‘Angry Birds’ for quite some while now. A P.C Version precisely. ‘Angry Birds’ sounds like those voices that speak to me in my head. Those ones, I’ve never really understood. I just do what they say. But have you ever asked yourself why the birds are so angry? Why do some of … More Bad (huh.. bird?) games …
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
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
New year. New things. New place. Yeah, I shifted. Well, it actually sounds like a big thing but i was moved by the lady from eighth floor to ground floor. Now I live in a dark quarter that is actually just the garage extension. Half a window. Yes. Just half window. Facing the fence. Facing what? Trust … More Perfect 2016 hide-out!
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
The moon draws me outta this shed I wanna bark at her Everyone thinks i’m ok. But no! i’m crazy! i wanna get into those woods, pee every corner i make, get a furry bunny and chase the moonlight outta her! and hope a bunny i chase gets into some hole, finds a python in … More Animal instinct in me
Diary entry 12th Feb, 2015 : Just happy I miss being six. Don’t you all guys? Then we had real friends, real toys (we didn’t play around with ladies’ emotions), real presents on NewYear’s and X-Mas (these days I just accept the gifts you peeps tag me on B’Days on FaceBook) and wait, we could … More I miss being six!
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!
Best thing happened yesterday. This book was just a bend-over away at 100 bob. Thanks to these hawkers. Nice read. But, I first watched Hitler complaining about Thika Road fares to psyche me up. That’s down here. This is what is happening to my life now. So don’t ask. 😀 … More You should look for this! => Elie Wiesel, Night