Author Archives: kroswami

Where we do emotional atyachaar to each other, like kids who were assholes

Kids who were assholes generally don’t change much by the time they grow up. Something to do with genes is what I have understood after doing some extensive research on this subject. Such research largely consisting of going through old … Continue reading

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Where we question our selves, and others, and that shady dude who has actually pierced a hole in his newspaper

I wonder if anyone actually did that. Is there any truth to that at all? Did some random spy types actually make a hole in the newspaper, right at eye-level, and then went ahead with all the spying and all. … Continue reading

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Where we run into walls, alright not run run but walk into

It happenz. Shit happenz. Shit happenz in the morning. Shit happenz in the morning and sometimes in the night. Shit happenz in the morning, and sometimes in the night, and when you have had too many keema samosas then toh … Continue reading

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Where the pain begins, a soft puppy who rips off your toenails

I always thought Pain would be a real benign looking fucker. Cute even, perhaps. The kind that raises no suspicion, and so you allow them into your lives. And it sleeps by your feet, and because the feeling is so … Continue reading

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Where the oranges are squeezable, you know, like well, oranges

Clean thy mind. Now. Now only. This whole squeezing thing is quite strange if you think about it. Changing the shape and dimensions of something, with or without the consent of the owner of that something. Suddenly, that thing no … Continue reading

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Where the heads are held up high, on the tips of long stakes so that everyone can see

Right on the tippy tippy tops. That must be quite an intimidating sight. Just heads on sticks. Being waved at you. Threatening you. Your safety. Telling you to get the fuck out of whereever you are. No time for subtleties. … Continue reading

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Where we realise that happiness is often hidden in small things, like freshly fried corn pakodas

Seriously. Just had the most amazing pakodas in the whole frikking world. They were crunchy, fried a few seconds ago, and still light and airy. Sweet mother of the good lord only. Matlab saaaax ho gaya tha bhai. Ekdum saax. … Continue reading

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