Archive for April, 2006

April 15th, 2006

Baby Don’t You Break My Heart Slow

Posted in Figments, Neha Jhingon by Neha

… and as I slowly crumbled to dust… my last words were…

Please don’t break my heart slow my darling…

He looked at me and twisted the dagger in my heart a bit more. Just for the fun of it.

- Neha

April 14th, 2006

Annabel Lee

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

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April 11th, 2006

A Writer Is

Posted in Quotes by Kunal Goel

A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

-Thomas Mann, novelist, Nobel laureate

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April 10th, 2006

When People Tell You What To Do

Posted in Excerpts by Kunal Goel

I decided that I was going to find out who killed Wellington even though Father had told me to stay out of other people’s business.

This is because I do not always do what I am told.

And this is because when people tell you what to do it is usually confusing and does not make sense.

For example, people often say “Be quiet,” but they don’t tell you how long to be quiet for. Or you see a sign which says KEEP OFF THE GRASS but it should say KEEP OFF THE GRASS AROUND THIS SIGN or KEEP OFF ALL THE GRASS IN THIS PARK because there is lots of grass you are allowed to walk on.

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April 8th, 2006

More help with pronunciation:

Posted in Poems by Ishan Dubey

Dearest creature in creation, Study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, Make your head with heat grow dizzy. Tear in eye, your dress will tear. So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Just compare heart, beard, and heard, Dies and diet, lord and word, Sword and sward, retain and Britain. (Mind the latter, how it’s written.) Now I surely will not plague you With such words as plaque and ague. But be careful how you speak: Say break and steak, but bleak and streak; Cloven, oven, how and low, Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe. More

April 6th, 2006

The Closed Doors

Posted in Dear Diary, Neha Jhingon by Neha

Dear Diary,

Over a period of time, he had lost the warmth in his voice. It happened so gradually that I didnt even discern it. His touch had grown cold. I dont remember if I had ever really noticed it. Suddenly one day, he was gone. Just like that. It didn’t shock me. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t anticipated it. Neither was it the first time that he had walked out on me. He had done it before. So many times that I had lost count. Only this time, I decided to close the doors behind him…

The fact that he was gone didn’t really need to sink in. I was kind of relieved More

April 5th, 2006

An Interview On TV

Posted in Excerpts by Kunal Goel

Interviewer: You lived life with a big ‘L’.
Mervin: And sometimes I suffered pain with a big ‘P’. Like when I met this terrible agent. This lady producer, she said, “I’m having this surprise party.” I got the surprise when I got there, I can tell you. Carrying on like that. It was disgraceful, like that film about Gomorro and that other place, you know. A tower of babell there, it was full of beatniks with long sideboards full of drink. No, I mean the side… they had sideboards, it was full of drink. Some of the men was just as bad. I tell you, there, I tell you there was witches there, they were practicing witchcraft. Not just lady witches but men witches, they had men witches there.
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April 4th, 2006

The Wound

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

I climbed to the crest,
And, fog-festooned,
The sun lay west
Like a crimson wound:

Like that wound of mine
Of which none knew,
For I’d given no sign
That it pierced me through.

-Thomas Hardy

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April 3rd, 2006

No Flies On Frank

Posted in Short stories by Kunal Goel

There were no flies on Frank that morning - after all why not ? He was a responsible citizen with a wife and child, wasn’t he? It was a typical Frank morning and with an agility that defies description he leapt into the barthroom onto the scales. To his great harold he dis-covered he was twelve inches more tall heavy! He couldn’t believe it and his blood raised to his head causing a mighty red colouring.
‘I carn’t not believe this incredible fact of truth about my very body which has not gained fat since mother begat me at childburn. Yea, though I wart through the valet of thy shadowy hut I will feed no norman. What grate qualmsy hath taken me thus into such a fatty hardbuckle.’
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April 1st, 2006

April Fool’s Day

Posted in Quotes by Kunal Goel

You couldn’t fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life even if you had an electrified fooling machine.

-Homer Simpson

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