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Musical wanderings
When he handed me the Iron Maiden cassette, I shuddered, but took it. They’d told me it was the devil’s music, the stuff that pulls you into your shadow where you’re trapped, unable to become whole again. I listened to The Trooper and a few other songs with twin guitar solos that awakened some part… Continue reading
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Anaesthetised
While they carted me away in the ambulance, I shouted out verses from the Bible, and held up my hands like Moses did, hoping for a victory. But something told the wild geese, it was time to fly, and no prayer or idealistic thought accompanied by deep, cathartic emotion prevented them from strapping me to the… Continue reading
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To Kurt Cobain
When I say, to you, I mean to both you and grunge as a whole though you despised the term. You said it’s better to burn out than fade away, but I’m fading away as I write this like mud, grime or grunge washed away by acid rain while the girl next door with a… Continue reading
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WordPress Conspiracy theories that might actually be true
We live in an age where we can’t trust the news. The powers that are spread their propaganda by inclining news channels to the left or right, and the rapid dissemination of fake news, either generated by AI or crafted by a bunch of devious scoundrels to make minds shift in a particular direction, addles… Continue reading
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Losing and finding himself again
In the seventies, hair unkempt and a stubble growing on his chin, my father made it to the US — the ‘States,’ as every Brahmin uncle or aunty will put it these days when asked about their sons. A white, conservative, proud Republican family offered him a place to stay but didn’t turn up at… Continue reading
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Becoming (A haibun)
Growing up, my father was a man I swore I’d never become. I don’t know if I’ve failed or succeeded at that. I have the same grandiose thoughts which pinion me to the wall and only give me the illusion of flying. I possess the same feral rage, consuming me when I least expect it.… Continue reading
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The Resistance
During the third term of our prime minister’s reign, the religious intolerance and jingoistic fervour had reached a fever pitch. Nationalism had grown to levels unimaginable, and it was only a matter of time before the fanatics came for every minority with the slogan, Either you convert or die. Maybe waves of imagination have inundated… Continue reading
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Year in Review
January was a great month. I attended a cousin’s wedding in Hyderabad and got to meet relatives, eat Hyderabadi mutton biryani and pullatlu (a type of fermented dosa) with spicy chicken curry. I roamed the streets of Old Hyderabad and listened to my uncle’s stories of the Nizam’s wealth and ate the finest fruit salad… Continue reading
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Mortality
Have you ever walked around your apartment, paused, looked at the grandfather clock and wondered about life? I’m not talking about wistfulness or joyous reverie, but a sense that you’re alive, walking around and one day, you’ll no longer feel your body moving and your consciousness or soul or whatever you like to call it… Continue reading
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Corporate Santa
It’s December 27th, the day after boxing day, and I’ve just eliminated everyone on the naughty list. I would have finished the job on Christmas Eve, but the Azure corporation asked me to stretch out the killings this year for some reason. As I observe my tattooed arms adorned with implants, I wonder if I… Continue reading
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