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A floating body
2009-08-23 02:48:00 A SKETCH OF A STORY } You can?t really count the occasions of ?sometimes? in your life. It?s a trick, the thought. Because the truth could be that it was always there and not just sometimes. Yet, he could count some such occasions. One that he remembers was when he was in bed with his lower half raised, slanted on the wall. The rest of him in bed. He saw his toes and a day rushed into him when he remembered the shock of the whack on his back by his man. He was more struck by the shock of his... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Body , Fiction , Floating
The room within us
2009-08-21 06:37:00 ONCE UPON A TIME, RECENTLY } Waking up, in the sea of ruffled memories of the yore, the window shows us the light to the days of beyond, the light coming forth from the uncalled days, of which I don’t want to remember even after those days, in the years to come. One cherishes, ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Room
My book of Revelation
2009-06-25 08:33:00 To see yourself, do not look in the mirror. Easier is it to remove you from yourself and watch you passing by. Verily I tell you, then you shall see a ghost of a stranger moving by you. Then you shall fall on your knees and tear away your clothes. For, you shall be frightened to see you. 9. What ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Book , Revelation
On a sunny day in Persia, perhaps
2009-03-29 20:41:00 NEW OUTSIDERS } In the shop, he came across a glass box. It took him sometime to make out the square and rectangle metal boxes placed perfectly into their fitting spaces in the holding frames. They were all lighters. Zippo. When he was told the price went above one thousand two hundred rupees, he suddenly had ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Writing , Sunny
The enigma of the arrival of the blue
2009-03-28 06:47:00 ABOUT AN EVENING } After a few days that made you sweat during the day and even in the evenings, the rains had arrived. It had arrived on a certain evening that calmed down and slowly got bluer, in a pale manner, that you didn’t notice until you saw the blueness around. Even the deep green leaves ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Blue , Enigma
The curious cases of Robin & Nero
2009-03-25 05:01:00 URBAN MYTHS } As flies to wanton boys are we to History. It kills you for sport. Or as in the case of Robin Hood, it also waxes lyrical about. A 550-year-old Latin note hidden in the library at Eton debunks the myth of the ‘good robber’. I’d begun to love the brat all the more ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Curious , Cases , Nero
The dogbones from my search
2009-03-18 05:21:00 ETGAR KERET } Like a mosquito in its flight of search for the easily penetrable skin over the softest flesh for its needle, I keep searching for idioms that suit my writing. Privately. In my diaries, that is. Idioms as a characteristic mode of expression, you know. One of those sketchy entries in which I tried to breathe ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Writing , Fiction , Search , Carver , Murakami
Thus spake the slumdog
2009-03-17 14:24:00 ON LYING } Been rolling that word in my head for long: lie. When you lie on something, an event or a journey, or a certain deed or hide a significant detail and then later forget about your construct, you could end up easily giving away yourself. At that moment you stand stripped, gulping, wondering in a ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life
How dark is the dark?
2009-03-16 17:13:00 A PILGRIM’S NOTEBOOK } Could I see your eyes? Are they affected, by my blood? Unaffected are we all in this weary world. I see a world lying shattered around me. We walk through rubbles. None are affected by even their own deaths. Or births. Untouched are we all by ourselves. No twig is missed by a tree. Not a ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Dark , The Dark
The monk who never sold his Ferrari
2009-03-12 15:17:00 GOD, CRICKET, AND KNOWING } A junior page designer with a magazine I worked for, once said he’d resign jobs just to go and watch cricket. I found it fascinating. That juxtaposition of his love and his certainty. To passionately commit oneself to anything is methodical. Charming. I see for a moment the young man plunged ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Ferrari , Monk , Sold
The long...and short of it...
2007-04-19 08:48:00 What does it matter? All is grace... More About: Long , Short
socialism, for just one lakh rupees
2007-01-22 17:45:04 SINGURthe Special Encroachment Zone. More About: Social , Just , Soci , Socialism , Rupee
the solitude of jessica lall
2007-01-22 17:45:04 COLOURS OF DEATH } Every death is a moment.demons and angels are revived. We are warmly transported from the ruffled sheets to the sun drenched amphitheatre where we are assumed to watch the delivery of justice. Dead is to be replaced with another dead. And the former's soul gets delivered. We become the lambs cleansed of the act. The dead and the dead would nullify each other. So that we can go More About: Jessica , Solitude , Jess , Soli
sensuality, like a silk fabric
2007-01-22 17:45:04 NOTES IN THE BOTTLElike a clay sculpture out of its cement mould. Do not fear. You are god. You are love personified. And sensuality is our fabric, our language to understand ourselves, a medium that helps us to lead ourselves in the struggle of our daily moments. Dress yourself in that silk, in that fabric. So that you are now, you. More About: Fabric , Like , Sens , Silk , Ality
pinochet and you
2007-01-22 17:45:04 GENEALOGY OF MORALS | The strangest thing about morality is that it dangles. It doesn't even hit on you. It just dangles there. Smartass among you can just dance away from it. And you still adore that thing that hangs down. As much as we are good in slaughtering a lamb and eating it for the delicious delight of it and walking to the prayer room to kneel, to bend, to turn to sides, as if these are More About: Pinochet
In which India gets really really poised
2007-01-22 17:45:04 BIG BROTHERdown from both my eyes at once. (Au revoir Art Buchwald!) More About: India , Real , Gets , Really , Ally
footsteps hear you
2006-11-27 19:53:00 REPORTS FROM THE SOUL } Haven't you sometimes moved between moments? As you walk through the arch into the courtyard, have you got submerged by a sudden twilight that was never yours? That arm which brushed against yours as you crossed the street, did it give you the tingle of the bangles? Perhaps the little face that hid behind the motion of the day, did it leave a memory of a smile before More About: Hear , Foot , Steps
some light, through the windows
2006-11-09 03:35:00 REPORTS FROM SOUL } We tremble as about to touch a cloud Through the ethery fog we pick a swallow, unwet. Only to hold and caress and unfold the palms in midair To leave the flutter in its own music that vanishes into its own heart More About: Windows , Light , Some
a fine, fleeting moment
2006-11-01 16:43:00 BITTA KARATE } Not that the moment hasn't it's own magic. But by the virtues of minds, the freeze frame would be soon gone. Before it does vanish, before the past goes to the white shore, perhaps you might want to know, to see it a little more closely. He, if you'd remember well, moved among them like a groom. So you used to get orders to kill anybody and you used to kill them?Yes.Whosoever it More About: Moment , Fine , Fleet , Leet
the promise of the right grammar
2006-10-24 22:37:00 INVENTIONS } Meliquides who crosses the mountains through measureless swamps, coming with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums with his new inventions to Jose Arcadia Buendia might have prophesied this. That you can beat bacteria with simple grammar. The man would have thrown his sparrow hands in air to illustrate how a bunch of bacteria would soon set out to fetch copies of Wren & Martin, More About: Grammar , Promise , Gram
loss of innocence
2006-10-24 07:44:00 DESAI'S DAUGHTER } These days I'm gripped by a puzzling fever. You sit up in bed, bleary eyed, utterly dunk in the hotchpotch, believing that you had indeed lost out on a great moment in literature. You missed the book. She, it's sung far and wide, sat in her English home right above her novelist mom's room for seven years, in a self-imposed exile. And her mother left for a Tibetan refugee camp, More About: Loss , Inno , Innocence
couch that isn't
2006-10-22 14:04:00 WRITERLY YOURS } McEwan has a large Knoll sofa at his London home. McEwan, Ian. On holidays or at weekends he slips off shoes and climbs into the sofa with a glass of wine to read to his wife, a Guardian editor, five or seven thousand words of what he has written new. Pleasures of a quilt-soft sofa on a London Sunday afternoon, with a fair and caring woman slumping on your chest, you holding More About: Couch
boyle's rooster
2006-10-15 08:40:00 RITUALS } In the deep brown den of nowhere, the writer sits. As the charmer of tales, he/she sits to conjure magic from...from where? Writer writes as you breathe. It always excites me to read in old books, books no one reads these days, about the invocation of the muse. Like a child who listens to Potter's Gothic flights through a dark and monstrous castle, I've drunk from these lines, my eyes More About: Rooster , Boyle , Roost
ways with names
2006-08-23 18:37:00 DISCOVERIES | I come from a small town where George is a man. So are Isaac, James, and Leslie. So I had to grope and wonder and still wonder when The Story And Its Writers told me Isak Dinesan and P D James and Leslie Marmom Silko are women. Quite a while ago I had also discovered George Eliot's gender. It was a little unsettling to me. The way they used their names and hid the identities of More About: Names
morals of the morons
2006-05-25 13:03:00 INCREDIBLE INDIA A gaudy jpeg, a telephone number, and hourly rates for her services as a social escort. That's all you get on the site. But the detectives picked her Monday evening from a Kolkata guesthouse in eastern India. Kavita should be standing by the rusted iron bars in a dingy policestation, trembling, thinking of her son. 'This is the first time we have arrested a woman for soliciting More About: Morons , Morals , Oral , Moral , Mora
so dark, the con of man
2006-05-21 14:39:00 RESERVATIONS | Corporate tears slide on the white skin. Angsts, so white and plump. Angels of merit flapping wings to fan fire on the dark demons of caste lizards. Talent, merit, skills, money, ladders, all our glory going to the crawling creeps of cobblers, scavengers, and sweating clerks. Sleeveless slogans, pedicured war of freedom against the beasts of the third kind. We the doctors who More About: Dark , The Con
reel sends faith reeling
2006-05-15 06:53:00 DA VINCI CODE | A shy, 38-year-old high school teacher sits in his New Hampshire home typing out a sequel to his novel which 45 million people took home to read and drop their jaws. His mom played organ at church. His dad taught maths. He sang in the church choir, attended Sunday school, and spent summers at church camp. Today, the same church slams the door shut when his name is mentioned. Dan More About: Faith , Reel
a clueless lover
2006-05-14 14:27:00 INCREDIBLE INDIA | A strange bouquet of fire, he gifted them. And once he was burst into ash, the woman who always spurned him moved a little away with her new love, away from the warm flesh and burning bones, to look into each other's eyes, to let lose in a pink kind of shyness, to blush, to tie the sacred thread, to garland each other. Later that night when the groping groom pressed into the More About: Lover , Clueless
come on, cook up the book quick
2006-05-06 06:59:00 PUBLISHING Thank goodness I have a poor memory. And that I could never internalise a song, let alone somebody else's novels. Else they'd have stuffed my mouth with $500,000 with a book deal for How Josh Newtonn got paid and screwed up his life. Kavya is a victim of somebody else's ambition, more than hers. Publishing has turned into a vengeful act of creating stars out of dust, eating up More About: Book , Quick , Cook
the american spy
More articles from this author:2006-05-01 08:27:00 SURYANARAYAN | His coarse voice over the telephone cracked when he shouted the slogans. Then Qari Ahmadi told the agency reporter that the abducted Indian was an American spy. Two expletives : American, Spy. Three days back, the spy, the sole breadwinner of the family of six, had told his wife and father that he was trying hard to cope with the rugged life of Afghanistan. He was concerned 1, 2 |
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