32: Too many, too few.

I don’t know if this will make sense. To you. Or even to me when I am done typing this out. This is not something I have been pondering over or something that has been bothering me. There is a lot of noise in my head. Words whirring, clashing, bouncing off each. It’s fucking rock concert. And I am just grabbing a fistful of them and chucking them across this sheet of paper. Then see if it makes sense. A shape-shifting Rorschach test of sorts Continue reading →

Half Life of Love

This is my first attempt at writing anything remotely serious, unless you count the crap I pull out of my ass for the clients, especially the tight ass BFSI ones. This is not a definitive guide to why relationships don’t work out. This is not even a guide to who fucks up in a relationship. Wait, this is not a guide at all. This is just what I think happens in relationships. If you are the one who believes in love at first sight, you Continue reading →

Deja Che

I don’t remember saying “I’ll be back” but, hey, here I am. How long has it been? Three years? How many of you have died since then? I hope not many as I would like to have some comments here and there. It is a surprise that I can still string together coherent sentences. Not that it matters, you lot aren’t the sharpest tools out there any way. So what’s in it for you? Well it is a new, improved, deluxe version of Che’s life Continue reading →