Is there a queue anywhere? Like at a soft drinks booth? Good! Join the queue. You don’t really have to buy anything. When you reach the end of the queue, just plonk to it’s tail and help elongate it. Sometimes just watching the world burn is what you need after all. I have a penchant for queuing and apologizing, especially when fueled by coffee from a hawker. I’m sorry. … More Sit in a park
I’ve just eavesdropped a dialogue from the kitchen between Kelly and a visitor who’s left green crocs at the doormat. I’m not making this up. Fashion sense. Why green, though? Because green is the color of money, grass, oak leaves, and alien bombs. How the hell would I know why it was green? Anyway, she’s sobbing uncontrollably. She’s told Kelly, amid her spasms, that she’d given her heart to someone. The whole of it. And as if I haven’t heard enough, this dude broke it.
What? Heart. So people do that? Yes. Organ donation. … More Organ donation … and broken hearts
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
I heard a song on Sunday, I thought of you. Are you well? It said ‘count your blessings’, I counted you twice, I’m pretty sure, The neighbors can hear, When I think about you, Under the moonlights, Or when I shower, Accidentally for five hours. First time I saw you, Best art in the … More If this is a state of trance …
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
I’ve woken up today to some text from a buddy whom I haven’t seen for ages. He actually was inviting me to a ‘cleansing ritual’ at his newly acquired garage (he’s a mechanic) to transform an innocent, fluffy, little bird into two kilos of white protein while coffee ‘brews on the logs’. Literally. T’was a … More Today, the optimism bug bites …
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!
Cat: Where are you going? Alice: Which way should I go? Cat: That depends on where you are going. Alice: I don’t know. Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go. Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
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.
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