Archive for January, 2006

January 18th, 2006

I Wrote A Good Omelet

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

I wrote a good omelet…and ate a hot poem…
after loving you

Buttoned my car…and drove my coat home…in the
     rain…
after loving you

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January 17th, 2006

And I Left Him

Posted in Neha Jhingon, Plays by Neha

Neha : Hey look the Moon’s so beautiful tonight.
Himanshu : Yeah? Hey you wanna know about my favourtie car’s engine?
Neha : Not really.
Himanshu : No you got to hear this…
Neha : I dont understand shit about cars.
Himanshu : Anyways, I was saying, it’s a 5 stroke, More

January 17th, 2006

I hate talking to girls

Posted in Ishan Dubey, Short stories by Ishan Dubey

Am I in love with him? I wouldn’t know.

Does he know? Yeah! I told him that day, didn’t I. But still he hasn’t called me yet. Is he already married. Might be, his clothes are always well-pressed and clean, nothing is improper. But then, that’s why I like him.

Oh my God! he is married too, might even have kids. No, he is too More

January 16th, 2006

Bauji

Posted in Neha Jhingon, Non-fiction by Neha

*This one is for Bauji - My Grandfather, whom I love the most. Bauji, whose striking reflection I have always wanted to be.*

You wake up in the middle of the night and smile. He is talking in his sleep again… He is scolding her again for forgetting to put salt in his food. You giggle. Its been an year since she went away. And he still cant let go. When at nights, she descends from the heavens to meet him, He just cant help arguing with her.
He starts again and then pauses in mid sentence. As if remembering something… His face contorts and you fill with sadness. He turns on his side now, facing More

January 15th, 2006

Paranoia

Posted in Neha Jhingon, Thoughts by Neha

Its no use. He had once told me. I was puzzled then. I was in awe. Of him. It does not matter. I remember his words today and feel ashamed. I live in the present and yet run to the past at every opportunity. He remains, in a corner of my heart. A crooked line along all those concentric circles. I lean on him when I’m too tired. I fiddle with his golf ball. It has faint ink marks on it. A name. Scribbled. With love.

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January 15th, 2006

Friday the 13th

Posted in Kunal Goel, Short stories by Kunal Goel

Do we have to do this?
Yes.
Why?
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January 14th, 2006

The Unknown Citizen

Posted in Poems by duh nston

(To JS/07/M/378/ This Marble Monument Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint, More

January 14th, 2006

The event must have

Posted in Quotes by Kunal Goel

The event must have taken place during the year when I was looking for a job without the slightest intention of taking one. It reminded me that, desperate as I thought myself to be, I had not even bothered to look through the columns of the want ads.

-Henry Miller (The Colossus of Maroussi)

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January 13th, 2006

Letters I

Posted in Neha Jhingon by Neha

Hey Neha

Nice to see you. Come down here. I’ve got a surprise for you. Watch your step. There’s always a snake or two resting among these dried coconuts. But take off your shoes first. You can leave them here. There’s nobody around for miles. I ask you to walk barefoot through the sand because I do not want you to disturb my memories. You see all these footprints? My friends like to come in here often. They say that they love More

January 13th, 2006

Your Laughter

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

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January 12th, 2006

The End

Posted in Figments, Neha Jhingon by Neha

There is just this one road that leads you to the end. And every time you are tired, you sit at the pavement, watching the silvery lure at the fork of the road. Every time you see it, stretching your legs, it seems even more enticing.
And every time you feel enticed, you give yourself More

January 12th, 2006

A Mental Patient

Posted in Excerpts by Kunal Goel

I looked around for his birds,and not seeing them,asked him where they were. He replied, without turning round, that they had all flown away. There were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of blood. I said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day.

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January 11th, 2006

I don’t deserve

Posted in Quotes by Kunal Goel

I don’t deserve this award, but I have arthritis and I don’t deserve that either.

-Jack Benny

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January 11th, 2006

Auguries Of Innocence

Posted in Excerpts, Poems by Kunal Goel

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
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January 10th, 2006

Hide and No Seek

Posted in Figments, duh nston by duh nston

So we turned the lights off. And began to not look for it. We thought we didn’t see something for a second. More