...or hugging plastic if you use the phone.

You got your love online.
You think you're doing fine.
But you're just plugged into the wall.

I do visit the temple and pray to God once in a while...

...because that's the purpose for which Man created God.

Ambition and Insanity make an insatiably unstable couple.

Helplessly chained together and murderously making love, to burn the other to ashes with the rabid friction searing them as they push-pull in a frenzy of opposite directions.

We don't need no medical indemnity insurance!

What we need is life insurance to be resident doctors here. Who knows, the relatives of the patients might just beat us to death.

Inefficient Implosions

Self-destructing, since 1988. Still alive.

I don't need, I don't need...

no more phantom love,
to break me up.

I don't need, I don't need...
no more handcuffs,
thank you very much!



Phantom - Josh Powell, Fraser Smith & Kate Smith

Independence is

eating huge quantities of delicious food at the overcrowded road-side stalls, free from the shackles of hygiene, calories and a budget.

Happy Independence Day, India!

Jumped off the cliff to teach myself to fly.

Status: flapping, falling, scared.

दिमाग बंद. Bharat bandh.

But why is everyone spelling it bandH? Brains shut down, too?

It's बंद and NOT बंध.

Stop shutting things down people, especially your brains.

Happy Birthday, Mother!

I am not really liking your growing old; but, a birthday is a birthday! It, being yours, is mine too. Haha! So we have jilebis and butterscotch ice-cream today!
Happy Birthday! I love you!

Jumping off the cliff...

...to teach myself to fly.

Flashes before your eyes...

Mum changed the configuration of the furniture in her bedroom today. The bed, it's now back to the way it was in various times in the past. Most notably, sometime in 2004 and in the summer of 2006.

As I lied down on the bed, memories flashed before my eyes. Like pictures of the times I'd seen, lying in the same place, sometime. The room is not exactly the same, but my eyes see flashes of those pictures superimposed onto my vision.Memories, of the times, from years gone by. Some, insignificant...

Some, indelible. Like, the memory of the night I slept besides my father in the bed, for the last time. For some reason, that night I felt like snuggling up to him more cosily than usual. I did not know that he won't be there when I wake up, ever again. Like, the memory of the next 4 nights, when I, don't know how, slept in the cosy bed, not knowing where he was. And like the memory of those few nights following 27th May, when I slept in this bed with my mum to the left, an unused pillow to the right and my arm reaching out into the void.

The bed, it has been moved countless number of times to be placed in different places. It's gonna be this way for some time now. Tonight, I go to bed like I usually do these days. I'll publish this post from my phone. Then, read some book and random tweets and listen to songs.

Now playing - "I got troubles, lord. But, not today. 'Cause they gon' wash away. They gon' wash away..." - Wash Away (Reprise) by Joe Purdy.

Around this time, four years ago, you left us. Missing you today...

I love you, Father. Thank you for everything.

सगळं जग म्हण्तं, "कर्णा, तुझं जीवन म्हणजे एक लक्तर होतं."

सांग, सर्वांना गर्जून सांग की तुझं जीवन हे एक लक्तर नव्हतं तर ते जरीकाठाचं एक तलम राजवस्त्र होतं!

Ignorance is such a bliss!

But I would rather be cut wielding the doubled-edged sword of knowledge than die of a growing tumour of ignorance eating up my brain.