So I've been threatening to publish my novel for a while now. I'm glad to tell you my baby's finally got a face, and a release date. And a Facebook page, because nothing screams AUTHENTIC more than a Facebook page, right? The cover's below, and here's the link to the page:… Read full post »

The wonderful Songs of my Life is looking for music lovers to tell them about their three favourite songs. Here are mine:

NIRVANA – HERE SHE COMES NOW

Released in 1991 as a split single feat. Nirvana and The Melvins covering the Velvet Underground’s ‘Here She… Read full post »

"No, of course I'm not bored," I assured her, "just thought you may want to try something new. You're what, 25? Live a little!" 

''Oh I know it's not like there's nothing left to try," she said, "I even have a list. It's not that. I'm just not that interested in theatre or...… Read full post »

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Fatboy has a spookishly accurate radar for detecting sexual activity and frequency. He once scampered around our old flat for ten whole minutes, scratching at the door, sniffing the air, ears doing a Spock, till he finally put a finger to his lips, mouthed "follow me" and stealthed his way up th/… Read full post »

Only halfway to the ideas of March and I'm burnt out already. Not that summer's ever been kind. Blotches, rashes, migraines, car crashes- it's spawned them all. I lost two years of my life to the cruel Chennai sun. I fled from Singapore coz I couldn't take the heat.   

It's… Read full post »

No man likes getting caught tip toeing across a girl's living room at seven in the morning. It's an exercise in great  inner turmoil- a mandatory walk of shame that must be undertaken before your induction into some sort of one-night-stand hall of fame. The surreptitious sweep o/… Read full post »

Kids, the summer of 2012 was a very special time. The world was still an apocalyptic wasteland, and I was convinced life as we knew it was really just one big Zuckerberg simulation. While all of humanity clamoured for Mayan interventions and the Silicon Valley supply line appeared to… Read full post »

There are few sights more beautiful on a lazy morning than sleeping Girlfriend's visage. Aah who am I kidding, it's my favourite sight of all time: those few minutes of bliss before Girlfriend wakes up and becomes...well, herself, again.A vision so tranquil that I regularly douse her mornin/… Read full post »

Turns out the Mothership was right after all. When I moved to Bombay last September, she had been apprehensive. "It's a big, bad city," she said. "They're calling it the 'Narcopolis'", she said, "it'll corrupt you." She had a right to be worried of course, what with History and all, ho/… Read full post »

Albee, Edward. Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1962; play) 

As happens so often when I fall hook, line and sinker for a book, I read Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? in one straight sitting. In the process, I missed a comely-looking Ashley Judd (random MILF i/… Read full post »

I’m not great at keeping in touch. This is not a new thing, or a trait I picked up in my later years, but my parents are convinced that said character flaw reared its ugly head around the time I made  friends with Fatboy. This is patently untrue. Fatboy and I… Read full post »

When I first met Anjali, our biggest concerns revolved around who got the longest go on the Nintendo perched proudly atop their imported larger-than-anybody-else’s Sony television. The television itself was a curiosity of sorts. It was like gravity, appearing to dictate the relative positioning… Read full post »

I knew this wouldn't end well when you suggested meeting at Gloria Jeans. I mean seriously, when's the last time we met up at a coffeeshop? Is that even normal? I heard the rumours- just like everybody else- but I've tried my best to remain unaffected. You're my bro, my oldest… Read full post »

Meeting old acquaintances is always awkward. Especially when they think they have the skinny on you by virtue of the ol' alumni grapevine.

"So thanks for having me over, man, but you really didn't have to do this. I live like ten minutes from the bar we were at. As I… Read full post »

The Dark Knight Rises, the third instalment in Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy opened to much fanfare and critical acclaim across the world last month. Now I’ve never understood how perfectly reasonable, fully grown men can be so fascinated with other men in masks and bo/… Read full post »

I look around; try to read their faces. They're giving nothing away. I'm about to burst. I'd like to call a friend, or buy somebody a drink, just to talk. How do these people practise silence with such calm? They're not even reading a magazine, or pretending to follow the soap… Read full post »

I was ten. She was my sister's best friend, and my first love. She was a newly America-returned, furious-to-be-back-in-India law student, and my sister's classmate. She would come over on weekends, as much for respite from the matronly clutches of Catholic hostel life as for home-cooked meals and com… Read full post »

I am by most standards a dating Neanderthal. I don't think I'm a particularly bad boyfriend, but I'm a terrible asker-outer. I seem to spend a lot of my time attending wedding or engagement receptions these days, and listening patiently to stories of the how-we-met variety while silently praying for… Read full post »

Edvard never took to Aunt H's bath salts. 

A few days ago, while watching the news on TV with my Dad and nephew:

Nephew: "Please. Can we watch Cartoon Network? Pleeeaase?"

Me: "Sorry buddy. You know what Grandpa's like if he doesn't get his hourly news fix. Look,… Read full post »

Some fish pay up to $1000 for really smelly feet. 

There comes a time in everybody's life when you finally just shrug, shake your head and mutter, "I'm too old for this shit." As made famous by Danny Glover as Roger Murtaugh in Lethal Weapon. And later, paid homage to by/… Read full post »