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Taj Mahal : My short story from ?Why We Don?t Talk?
2010-09-21 05:49:00 AN EXCERPT FROM ‘TAJ MAHAL’} Mullick was by then transported to a phantom land where naked bodies swarmed in clusters. He had somehow grown courageous and gone beyond his timidity to enter that world, based on the fact that these things were not meant to entertain but to inform people. Had it been porn matter, ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Books , Writing , Story , Fiction , Talk
The noise : A short story
2010-08-05 19:03:00 ANOTHER ONE } The characters appearing in this story are figments of my imagination. Any resemblance to any of those, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THE NOISE By Joshua Newtonn It was a white room. He was not sure if the singing breath came from the professor or the ventilator-like machine. Was the sound ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Story , Fiction
Our acid lives : A short story
2010-07-26 07:14:00 SHORT STORY} This is the first time I publish fiction here. It’s about a day from the life of a ‘quotation’ gang in Mattanchery. When I knew what this tale was going to be about, I wished to etch out the texture of those minds, of those characters, in words, through a sort of different ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Story , Fiction , Acid , Lives
A new limb, you that become
2010-07-17 19:24:00 A SHORT TREATISE ON SEX } The curves are what that make way for the rigid plateaux, the stern importance is what that seeks its opposite, the jelly. Perhaps, a lulling afternoon is good enough, in the silent house to die in the moans. Through a vision of deeper longings, through wet sighs. It?s not ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life
The chopped arm & the dissent of structure
2010-07-06 04:28:00 JUXTAPOSED } The teacher said he’d played around with the question paper. He said it was an innocent joke. He had asked the students to punctuate a conversation between Muhammed and God. I’ve no idea which Muhammed the man was talking about. None has talked about it. The men who’d committed themselves to the Book ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life
While waiting for Gomorrah?
2010-06-05 01:26:00 CONVERSATIONS WITH MJP } MJP : It frustrates me to see humans being so insistent upon proving their collective illusions – rather than learning and living forward to create the kind of world we can imagine. How is it possible for a human to think any different or to feel any different? What made such ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life
Ruminations on a rumbling day
2010-05-25 09:31:00 THIS, THAT & NOTHING } It has afflicted quite like a malady, that one needs to rearrange the bookshelves within the tiny room; even bring nearer to one, a few tomes, most of them unread, to have a warm company, before one puts pen to paper. On an Irish grey day like this one, it’s ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life
The man who would be a moth
2010-05-24 13:08:00 { FROM THE NON-FICTION BOOK I’M FINISHING } We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting?Kahlil Gibran ON LIFE Once, from his spirit, sprout a pair of wings with which he lifted himself up through the thicket of sadness of being a human and flew off into the world of ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life
Carver?s trick
2010-05-08 04:48:00 LETTERS TO KAFKA – 18 } Dear K, this morning I woke up at around three and came to read it all (I?d taken a printout yesterday) and found that the tale works and is moving.. but I also found it too dense with words, that the reader will have to clear a lot of thicket ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Writing , Trick
Friends
2010-03-08 14:41:00 SEASONS CHANGE } We had three pegs of Joie de Franc each. He had got out of home by mumbling some reason which he made sure had nothing to do with me; after a bath, perfumed, in a clean pair of fresh t-shirt and jeans. He seemed to have put on weight. While drinking, chatting, laughing, ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Friends
Sex, if that?s what you mean
2009-10-27 03:34:00 A LULLING NOON } The curves are what that sway for the rigid plateaux, the stern importance is what that seeks its opposite, the jelly. Perhaps, a lulling afternoon is good enough, in the silent house to die in the moans, through a vision of deeper longings. It?s not one that you merge with, but ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Fantasy
Hours of moments
2009-10-21 08:04:00 ON BANGARAM ISLAND } It’s dawn. The green, blue lagoon is still. Cold, calm, inviting. Puffs of clouds drift in the sky. Patches of orange hue on them highlighting their white. In the air hangs and wafts away, a faint smell of wet coconut leaves, wet after the night?s rain. The green of the chundi ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Life , Moments
What awaits at the bend
2009-10-18 17:26:00 DESTINY } He had hurt his foot and had been home with books mostly for a year. He was the first in the family who had gone to college. His mom's family, with whom he and his siblings and his widowed mom had stayed, moved to another town for his learning. But after college, he resisted seeking jobs. He had read Sir Walter Scott and wanted to be a popular writer. From age nine, since he began to read, after that bad foot, he wanted to become a writer. Perhaps this is how a bad foot works on your... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Bend
Love of labour
2009-10-14 16:08:00 MUSINGS } My eighteen-month-old daughter was screaming downstairs. I wanted to go and hold her. Yet, the story I’d rewritten in the last three days, the result of it, had left undesired doubts in me. It was then I got furious with myself and made some calls to friends. Three of them, unfortunate ones, kind ones, ... Continue to read at JoshCafe.com More About: Love , Labour
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
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
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
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
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
socialism, for just one lakh rupees
More articles from this author:2007-01-22 17:45:04 SINGURthe Special Encroachment Zone. More About: Social , Just , Soci , Socialism , Rupee 1, 2 |
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