Month: June 2011

• June 6, 2011

  I, Ghost

  Amongst the many deep, dark questions I have been assailed by through the years, there is none that disturbed me more than the one concerning supernatural creatures. Yes, you have guessed it correctly. I am indeed referring to ghosts. And the question in question is: Do they really exist?
• June 6, 2011

  To Puff or Not to Puff, That is the Question

  Romantically inclined though I am, there are a thing or two I would never share with anyone in the universe. Leave alone with women. I don’t mean our respective beds of course. But there are boundaries I will not cross. For example, I absolutely refuse to brush my teeth with a pretty woman’s used tooth…
• June 6, 2011

  A Rambler in the Loo

  Ever since I reported to you my fateful experience in a Japanese restroom, I have tried my level best to stay clear of any discussion pertaining to that subject. But, as you get older, your resolves start wavering. And then, before you know it, you are back to your infatuation, driving people nuts in the…
• June 6, 2011

  My Wife, Vyasdeva and Other Creatures

  Date and Place: Sometime, somewhere Dear Son: As far as I could make out, your Ma wrote two letters last night. The event was innocuous enough and you are surely wondering what on earth my reason could be for assigning it headline status. But no my son, I haven’t gone ga-ga. So, let me proceed…
• June 6, 2011

  Is Life Worth Living? It Depends Upon the Liver

  Professor Lionel W. McKenzie, who supervised my PhD thesis (jointly with Professor James W. Friedman) at the University of Rochester, NY, walked in on a spring morning to the departmental lounge for his cup of coffee, which he used to consume jointly with the New York Times. There were a few others present in the…
• June 5, 2011

  To Sir With Love

  Words, however beautifully strung together, are ultimately a weak device for capturing as complicated an object as a human being. Sizes of vocabularies notwithstanding, words are arithmomorphic or discrete by nature, while life is a continuum. A piano recital, irrespective of the quality of the performance, …
• June 5, 2011

  Plutonic Love

  A squall signals the arrival of rain. It is a typical monsoon afternoon in Kolkata. Torrents of water begin to stream down the facades of grey buildings lined along Mahatma Gandhi Road. Automobiles honk at each other in vain. Traffic coagulates. Crowds of people jostle against one another ,,,
• June 5, 2011

  Tangerine

  Once I leave this body Won’t I ever come back to the world again? I hope I do return
• June 5, 2011

  Dedication

  Ask me not, when, nor whichever song, To whom I had gifted, that’d all be wrong, On the wayside it gathers dust,
• June 5, 2011

  Lost My Count of Time

  Lost my count of time and the miles that travelled I The lands I went avisiting and let my purse go dry