Are you Lost There?

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You look so beautiful when you are lost. You walk on the road, your hands in your pocket. No sight of earphones distracting you, no smartphone making you "smarter" or mercilessly popping up notifications. You look so serene in your solidarity. As you walk by me and I sit by the pavement, I smile. You missed it, of course, because you were lost. As I sit on this mildly wet pavement enjoying my tea, I imagine what your thoughts might be.

Arre De Na...

Picture Credits Nikki Rixon

    She put her hand over my head and ruffled my hair lovingly. Frankly speaking I don't know whether it was a guy or a girl. I was too afraid you see. I seized up the when I saw her coming into my compartment. She was a kinnar you see.

MISSED THE HEART BY 2 INCHES

             Its 12th of November…a pleasant evening.. Birds chirping in their nests.. An unusual hot loo sets in... Everything looks perfect.. Except of course the dead body.. Too much blood for any passersby comfort you know.. The body lies on the pavement beside river Mahanadi. It’s a sorry sorry sight... The white salwar was scarlet with blood..

OF TEA AND GOLD FLAKE

  
 The Turmoil Within

 

          I saw her when I was coming out of my college gate; a frail woman in her late forties standing beside the road. A bag, as infirm as her, was sitting beside her feet. She was looking at the street. Both the ends of it till where the road turned into nothingness… what caught my eye was the look on her face… the look of helplessness… I recognized it because I have known the feeling of being helpless… and the agonizing pain that it comes with it. I, like most people would do, tried to sneak my way without attracting her attention… I

AN EPIPHANY OF A FAILED GUITARIST

           
            When I saw the movie Rockstar I was mesmerized by the theme of the story. It stressed on the point that artists, that is rockstars, writers, painters those have become great in life and left their mark on humans race, yes humans as a whole, have all suffered great sadness, depression or heart break in their life. I was very moved by this. At that time when the movie was released I was into the whole guitar scene. Yes i know now that I want thinking straight. Playing guitar was never my cup of tea. I could never become too good at it; or to be frank any good at it. Still, 

Aimed To Strictly Follow Brahmacharya

 

A leaf from the dairy of an Engineer

Till date, I was (am) spherically surrounded with evil complexes. First of all I decide to avoid all girls and making myself to fashion with the mirror. I tried from dawn to dusk… I succeeded partially, that is numerically 0.5%. Today I remain somewhat a success, and major part a failure. Success comprises contact with family (father1, father2, brother, mama). It also includes following the path of brahmacharya to a small extent.

Ramnathan Srinivasan is Dead

         

         

         Ramnathan Srinivasan is dead. He was murdered on an afternoon in the pavement of a street in Rajnagar, a small town in outskirts of Jamshedpur, Jharkhand. His body lies in the streets, unclaimed and unwanted. An angry crowd surrounds the body. Blood oozes out of every possible orifice in his body. The body is mangled. Legs and arms rest in obtuse angles with respect to his body. It’s indeed a sorry sight. Only his eyes betray the scene. A look of sheer amazement and sadness masks his lifeless face. My name is Ramnathan Srinivasan and this is the story of how I die....