The Girl Clad in Crimson Red

A peculiar thing I observed a couple of weeks after I bought the work is that the girl with the umbrella has only one leg. The knowledge of this has given the art piece a bit of a horror theme to it in my mind. Is she a ghost? 

Donate blood to feel human!

B-ve is quite rare, only 1 in 67 or about 1.5% of the world’s population are part of this group. I decided never to say no to any case that demands my blood.

Binge Watching Chandler Bing!

It’s funny that this rant of mine is actually playing out in my head as if the words are being spoken out loud by the very characters. That obviously means I’ve been watching way too much of the show, not that I can do much about it. I’m at the fag end of Season 9 and there are, like what, 32 more episodes to watch before I go insane and shoot myself?

Cinema Originals – Monthly Roundup #7

200 movies!! Yippeeee! So it took 8 months to score a double century. At this rate, the 1000 mark will probably be reached only by March or April 2020. Huff! Wonder how people collected million DVDs. I don’t even know if I’ll have such a high paying job I’m 2020.

A page from the history

I was visiting my grandparents (mom’s parents) at their house early today when the topic of which belongings of my …

Reusing Reverse Osmosis Plant’s Rejected Water

These two simple steps costing about INR 1000/- ensured that the 11000L of water that we collect in our main underground storage sump can now serve us for about 22-25 days as against 8-10 days before we adopted these changes.

Why use soap, after all?

So, the first big step I actually took was to stop using bathing soap as well as shampoo. Now that’ll come as a shock to most of my readers and right now you may be wondering if I stink because I don’t use soap! 

Solar Eclipse: Let’s “Un”eclipse Our Minds

“From Darkness, lead me to Light” says a famous line from the Upanishads – a knowledge bank from ancient India. It’s such an irony that Indians are probably among the most superstitious peoples of the world, lost in the darkness with eyes wide open, not wanting to perceive what they see.

R.I.P Abhishek

“You heard about Abhishek?” A friend asked me on phone. “He died, in an accident. His new wife, his brother-in-law …

The Story of a Squeaking Squirrel 

I pulled out an old walking stick lying in the cupboard and tried helping him (the squirrel) gain his freedom. I was the young man with the stick, he was the oppressed, decked in grey, white and black, panicking, squeaking, protesting my foreign presence yet getting tangled more and more in the mesh of twigs.

Casualty of being Casual?

I could’ve been many things, but I didn’t become those. Not because I didn’t want to become any of those, but because I wanted to become all of those. And sticking to that line of thought, trying to be everything, I never paid enough attention to any single time.