July 29, 2012

This time last year

This time last year
was full of screams
loud insulting screams

It was full of tears
shameless tears soaked in self pity
in self doubt

it smelt of damp monsoon
algaed over the leaking wall
It smelt of dirty feet
and dirty thoughts

This time last year
was so angry
full of boiling silences

It was full of love
and full of
unimaginable hate

Smelt of bad people
with sweat patches
of bad behaviour
and bad words

This time last year
was sad
and slow

This time last year was so hard

But this time
this year
two monsoons since

I walk in the drizzle
with my face to the sky

July 25, 2012

On a lovely day

You get to be a student again!

July 24, 2012

On a loveless day

1. You eat alone
2. Three people refuse to oil your hair
3. Your phone doesn't ring

July 08, 2012

Laptop Wound

I woke up one morning to find a crack at the bottom right corner of my laptop screen. It was an internal crack which looked like the screen had been smashed from the outside. But really, I checked, it was inside. It looked like a broken glass piece embellished with colourful pixels and horizontal and vertical lines around it. The lines, very thin though, extend to the other ended of the screen. Since it was a two inch internal crack in a corner and I had no great plans to fix it (also I have no money) I decided to ignore it for a while and just work with the rest of the screen. Its been three days now and the laptop wound has only been growing. As of today it is 4x4 inches (double its original size!) and with more than 100 colourful lines every where. They are taking over my screen. My work area is shrinking! I feel there are people living inside my machine! I don't know how long this screen will last. As I am typing this one more line appeared before my eyes. This is really freaky shit! I wont survive I think.
Mayday! Mayday!
Somebodyyyyyy saaavvvvveee meeeeeee!!!!!

July 06, 2012


Every morning my grand ma breaks one tablet of Digene into nine pieces and eats them through the day.

July 04, 2012

Dear Vivek

I have a feeling you are reading this.
The mountains were calling. Have you left already?
To be honest, whatever is happening on your facebook wall
is freaking me out.
But the thought of you does make me miss you.
I wish we could go back to the village
and watch the fireflies on a moonless night.
Meet me at the anda pav stall?