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Until you reached for me, we were the old cliché. You: faint, solar, spun outside your orbit, star without system. I: cool, polar, consumed by my spirit, terrorized by glass. Until you reached for me: No state, no reason; no reason, no form; one to another, no pause, no surrender. But then you reached for me, crossed your heart and hoped for me; moved me, rocked me, tilted me; kissed me,

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A couple of grizzled and hungry discards, hankering after a violent exit:1. Dubai Airport BluesGlass almighty, mortar dear,Give this day thy speedy gear.Armani, Lindt, your navel fluff,After Eight, a Starbuck fuck.(BobdabildabildsmelongBrickbybrickancockbyflockHighandmightytallandstrongDeepandryanchockablockShopastopalopabopShickalickakickaglamBuymethisandbuymethatCokamocharockablam)I'm here, the

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I've just quit the magazine I was working at for the past seven months, and will soon be taking on more weighty editorial responsibilities at another mainstream publication. My erstwhile employer had given me several opportunities to publicly express my views and opinions via writing, and, by way of remembrance and respect, I'd like to share with you the first article I wrote for them. This

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Day 1: “Bad Weather” I was horribly late. I was supposed to have reached 5 minutes back, and there I was still ironing my shirt. Clothes maketh the man. I think Shakespeare said that. Shakespeare said a lot of funny things. What a fellow. A few more like him and the schools would be curtained with bodies. Dead ones, I mean. Hanging around. From nooses, you know, suicide-like. The lit kids – they

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Many years ago, Padmanabhan was a smart, funny, talented and lovable person. At times, the whole world seemed to conspire to make good things happen for him. Everyone he met wished him well, tried to make him comfortable and happy. But something was terribly wrong. Padmanabhan found himself deliberately sabotaging all the good that came his way – jobs, friendships, romances, and, soon enough, his

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Dear Madam,Far be it from me to presuppose your ignorance on the subject that I am herein about to address, but I am compelled by extenuating circumstances to proceed in this matter with a connate scintilla of circumspection, and I beg your indulgence and exculpation.It has come to the notice of my associates and I that your nephew, Master Jaggu, who is known by the Administration to employ the

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Their beings collided acrossa writhing orange ocean of bodies,embarrassed flirtations ofbig, wet, lonely leviathans:they alternated, syncopated,lashed out and held forth,they paraded and debated --that they did not believe in half-measureswas brutally evident.One snored of Liberty and Lawand suitcases crammed with edible underwear --a cornered leoparddisbelieving of its own predicament(it was the

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The Characters: CHAP – an aspiring screenwriter. MAN – a movie producer, to begin with. WOMAN – shares some sort of strange dysfunctional relationship with CHAP that is not immediately apparent and, indeed, never quite is. [The set is spare, vaguely resembling the India Coffee House or some similar place. Time is around noon. A MAN sits at a table, occasionally glancing at a huge wall clock

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July, 1123 B.C.E., Naduvedina* :Two young and aspiring social scientists – who we will henceforth refer to, for reasons of classification, as Agath and Regral – in the interest of academia, decided to take apart a marriage in order to investigate what it is, precisely, that makes the phenomenon tick (or not – as could well, and did in fact, transpire). As such circumstances tend to behave, things

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EYEFRY :The farewell party would've been intolerable but for the two joints, brief flashes of the Germany-Sweden game, and, of course, the exhibitionist copywriter and her theatrical dissertation on lesbian foreplay. He arrived late as usual, tired from a protracted day of sexual tension and forced pleasantries. Arriving late was his special skill, his calling card. It was a tendency and a

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I went to the railway station today, where a weighing machine sized me up and told me the horrible truth...

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Till the age of 78 by which time he was in no condition to protest when the nurse at the cancer ward shoved spoon after spoonful of ragi soup into his feeble mouth, Kuppuchaamy had subsisted on nothing but cabbage. Morning, noon, evening and night, all he'd ingested - be it in solid, liquid or gaseous state - was cabbage.In the beginning, when Kuppuchaamy's 13-year old mother died unable to bear

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Note to the reader: What follows is an irritatingly articulate and highly pretentious little earthworm’s ultra-embellished account of a dull evening out. If any of it seems overdone or ill-conceived, forgive me, as it was written a few years back by a bored and listless, and rather juvenile-of-temperament, collegiate version of myself. I have not subsequently attempted to edit anything, as, I

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The pain of detachment: a world in tatters, the screeching of gulls, domino nightmare.He sits at an ink-stained rolltop desk, his skyward shock of ideahair smelling of poster paint and mustard oil, his left eye swelling from the gentle bite of a baby lizard, his arms covered in black and gold tattoos of graphic violence and unrelenting copulation. His throat itches constantly, the cold fire of a

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"For the first time in my life, free of the goddamn rut: the shitty nine and a half hours daily (thankless occupation, slavery even, mope and rope) of lifting the sky and measuring the earth, three hundred and thirteen days a bloody year for seven sordid years, which is a heckuva long time; not to mention, pathetic way; to spend in an undernourished, aesthetically-challenged bastard-land of

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You're Inherit the Wind!by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. LeeTo you, the learning process is inherently about controversy. If people aren't having their minds stretched, how could they possibly be learning? This makes you a good but unpopular teacher, and the people around you are ready to make it a federal case. All you're asking them to do is evolve a little. But they would like you to be more

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I sit at the table, digging my nose, trying to write. It is a pensive moment: one of half-registering the environment, of seeing spots and remembering good times past. It is a powerful moment: I tense myself for the coming epiphany…My brother – a petulant scream from the backyard for change to give to the auto driver – and a brief derailment of mood. (In my mind, I go “Fuck! Damn! Crap!”)I try to

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Parochialism*, which has a soft chocolatey outside, a hard coconutty inside, and a pleasantly bittersweet aftertaste.*Available wholesale in Kerala and West Bengal; contains natural ingredients and artificial preservatives.

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Lovecraft does backflips in his grave.

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ThisHisIs.(With due mention of Mr.Auster and Mr.Borges)

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i wuda binna nartis'if me wasna so detach'.i wuda binna signtis'if me wasna bum at numbaz.i wuda flyda naircwaf'but me isa claustrofob.i wuda binna profitbut me beerd's lak infan' ars.i wuda binna rokstaan' i wuda binna nactaan' i wuda binna deajaybut me is two mutch a lona.koreuz:i'd lyketa binna sumtindat wuda bin impresivbut fo' now, gurl, jus be 'appydat me's wit ya aawl de tyme.i wuda hadda

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Cold plate.Sweaty armpits.Small talk.

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HMH Records: Ward 18 (Mental Health): Sp. J93/Q27-GName: Swami VReference Tag: Q27Sex: MaleAge: 54Date of Admission: 17 November 1998Case Description: Amnesiac, possibly paranoid schizophrenic (accurate prognosis pending).Previous Medical History: Unknown.Transcript of tape-recorded counseling session [punctuated/edited for legibility] with Administrator (Ward No: 18), Dr. Amartya Aloysius D’

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- A fleeting epic for our disinterested times, by the partisan philosopher who gave you such hits of Yesterday as “Thank You, Brother Seaweed” and “The Melancholy Sewer Rat”.I love parties that allow meto freely prevaricate.One needs a mission statement,a motto,when networking,or raising things –like topics, glasses, funds, and/or Hell– in mixed (“nixed”) company.I happen to be, gleefully,a

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Peace had reigned for many a moonIn the gentle land of Balfardoum.Laughter rang from hall to hallIn the hallowed court of Lord Kabal.Pasture, meadow, glen and grove,Nut and berry, cove to cove,Fairy’s feet and honeydewLush and tender, green they grew.Then in the halftime Spring it sprangWhen lark and kookaburra sang,And in the royal halls a VoiceWas heard that bade them all rejoice.“Come to me

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One plus one is too;two plus twois also true.{Wong is a little Chinese guywho lives in Yelahanka New Townand makes Tibetan momos for a living.“There is nowight or Wong,”he says, smiling.“Only more and moremomos.” }It’s either true,or falls.“Yeah.”

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A gnome and a dwarfOnce met on a wharf,Where plans were conceivedFor the birth of a gnarf.

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Less is moreand more is less,more or less.

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Q: What is freedom?Lying flat, half-dead, in an oxygen-coma of magazines and quantum mechanics, riding the teary smog with shades of Pink Freud, just shooting the breeze, just reloading the pretty gun.“I love thee, or I don’t know myself” – true confessions of an inebriated teetotaler.Drunk on life? On love? On pride, probably. Pretense, quite possibly.A haze, a maze, the craze; chaos is clarity,

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wet cardboard box:home without a roof.

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a mosquito-netof subtle defense,hangs in shame.

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red bathing towelfallen on the evening turf:too wet for my skin.

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Big houses, they always said. Big, sweaty houses with off-white walls and peeling paint. And candy-bars with caramel filling. A gardener for the watch, a couple of watchmen for the garden, five housekeepers (nay, servants – hush, hush!), and two chauffeurs for each car. Cheese in the fridge, dates in a jar, kennels without dogs, two PCs, furniture oozing out, and a hypochondriac on the loose. And

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“Awake, all you sorry bastards who persist in cultivating Death in the vain and futile quest for cultural resurrection, tripping drunkenly on the rusted chains that anchor you to your guilt-ridden past, groping brokenly for a better future! Listen now, at long last, to the light of your sheltered sense of self, and wake up to the Voice of Today!This is the Voice that tells you, in its excessive

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(or “A Violent Incident At The Stu-Stusstudio”)Editing a film was never known to be the type of gentle activity that relaxed your mind and relieved the knots in your back muscles. You visit a spa or a chiropractor for that sort of thing. ‘Plain sailing’, ‘fair weather’, ‘smooth water’, ‘piece of cake’ and other such nautical terms have, to my knowledge, never been applied to an editing job. Ergo

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‘Nuit et Brouillard’ (film review)Direction: Alain Resnais, Script: Jean Cayrol, Music: Hans EislerAcclaimed 1955 French documentary on Nazi concentration camps.“War has dozed off, one eye open…”Night and Fog is a chilling and cathartic fable for our fragmented times, mnemonics for a world trying desperately to forget the guilt and sorrow of a devastatingly effective planned genocide. Constructed

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