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Shakespeare’s Email

April 6, 2014

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Mad

‘The evening is still, the birds silent, the wind dead like a tramp, flopped on a footpath. The sky is dressed in dust and dusk.’ (From my short story: End of Dusk) I look at my face in the mirror and a dung-cake with a frog at its centre for a nose stares back. It […]

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Dancing in the Dark and a Dedication

March 23, 2014

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Thank you, my friends!

Acknowledgements to More Than a Wisp of Fog Except when I was deep in the woods of ignorance as a young someone, and I was sure that some path will lead me unto the light someday, I have never made New Year promises to myself. It is another matter, however, that from the depths of […]

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Diamonds in the Detritus

December 22, 2013

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I remember how in my childhood time was like a river of molasses where I’d twiddle my thumbs like a noonday fly waiting for my father to return with the promised goodies. Waiting for the monthly issues of comics was a lingering torment -the dates stood motionless like banyan trees, weeks seemed impenetrable like the […]

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Writing is So Long

December 3, 2013

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Image Credit & Copyright M.Q.Naufal

As a student of Logic in my younger years, the first two examples of absolutely positive and negative statements I stumbled upon were, (1)   Man is mortal. (2)   No man is perfect. So utterly true are these sentences and so often repeated that they stand eroded of all meaning and gravity, and at times I […]

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Exit Motherboard

November 23, 2013

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One fine afternoon a fortnight ago my desktop Titan slipped into a deep sleep, ignoring all attempts to power it on. Having mulled over the lull, the wilting grey lump in my balding skull concluded a malfunction in the circuitry of the cabinet. It had to be that, what with the power button erring, fans […]

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Beyond I, Robot

November 20, 2013

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Image credit I, Robot

It was in the early Nineties that I started reading Isaac Asimov. Goaded by lingering childhood urges, I picked up I, Robot, a collection of stories about evolution of robotics, sometimes supervised by Dr Susan Calvin, a phenomenal Robopsychologist, never to look back. The book is also famous for the Three Laws of Robotics, propounded […]

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Fungus on the Filter

November 3, 2013

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FungFiltSlant

The opposite of time is memories. Memories, a span with no beginning, no end, no periods, only nebulous swaths of consciousness. Memories don’t tumble terminally like the sand in an hourglass. Or tick away with the finality of the arms of a clock: thud, thud, thud…. They are like the fungus on the filter of […]

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Dear Father of the Nation

August 26, 2013

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hanged-man

“Leave India in God’s hands, in modem parlance, to anarchy; and that anarchy may lead to internecine warfare for a time, or to unrestricted dacoities. From these a true India will arise in place of the false one we see.” ~ Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, 24th May, 1942  “In handing over the Government of India to […]

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A Sliver of Platinum

July 28, 2013

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Dispel the crowds from the pathways, Faakir, I am just dozing in the dust, not dying. ~Sudarshan Faakir  I guess it is a pale shadow of the original. I have always had this problem with translations. But sometimes, no other words convey the mood, or if they are there, I fail to grab them in […]

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Breeze on the Grass

May 31, 2013

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Image credit: Viktor Vasnetsov

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.” ~Vladimir Nabakov My dear readers, we have been together these past years. I have known the unwavering love of some of you who have stood by me through the thick […]

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Sam Was Sad

May 1, 2013

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Gianlorenzo Bernini

It was a sultry summer morning when I first met Sam twenty five years ago. My roommate was groveling for an omelet, sprawled in his bed. He had been missing his turn at cooking breakfast for the fourth day in a row. ‘I swear I’ll take over tomorrow.’ I hate the promise of tomorrows. Ask […]

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A Mélange of Monologues

April 13, 2013

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I was young when my family pulled out of a city to the backwaters of the country. Of the many heartbreaks I weathered, the loss of my small book club was the most debilitating. The civilisation I was uprooted from seemed oceans away. Children of the jungle had heard neither of Enid nor Blyton; Tintin […]

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