Nostalgia: Book stall, not bookstore.

Like any other small town Indian, my first ‘hello’ to the joy of seeing a lot of colourful, printed pages in one place didn’t come easy. I wasn’t inside a comfortable, airconditioned bookstore where I leisurely browsed around and flipped pages, losing track of time. It was much more beautiful. Picture this – Gwalior Railway…

Opinion: The Illusion of Order

In any office or any formal setting, you see a set of rules, a set of guidelines to perform things in a certain way. There is order. There are files neatly tucked away in shelves and things appear to be going according to plan. Things that aren’t are recorded and documented. And steps are taken…

Khajuraho: A Case Of Missing Sculptures

I recently paid a visit to the Western group of temples in Khajuraho. There was an eerie sense of depression at the historic site. Many of the temples had paan-stains on them – I even saw one of the security guards spit in the temple premises. The shopkeepers outside looked tired and sad – as…

Prostitutes are Vague

What is the deal with scientists? And men of brain. The run behind fleeting logic, as if it’s the last train. Be specific, they say, they want the numbers to crunch. What a sad, lonely, unromantic, useless bunch. God likes prostitutes, artists, those who have time to waste He likes those who like pizza, but…

Short Story – Not A Visual Storyteller

‘Stories are essentially translations. If there were such a thing as an original story, it was when the first human saw something happen. Everything that happened since then has been a reciprocation, a butterfly effect, a secondary outcome of the first story. When you tell a story by words, pictures, you are essentially translating it…

Book Review: Leila by Prayaag Akbar

Leila is a book of immense potential. It has all the elements of a dystopian fiction novel that keep the reader spellbound. The world Prayaag creates is rich and intricate. It is scarily similar to the world we live in right now. It is a mere extrapolation. The author has picked up a chalk-piece and…

Thought Bubble: Being Nice to Bad People

In his novel ‘The Illicit Happiness of Other People’, author Manu Joseph has portrayed human behaviour in a curious way. (Please turn away if you would not like any spoilers and are planning to read the book). The suicidal hero Unni Chacko is suicidal because he has forced himself on a girl he likes. He…

Book Review: Silver Hair Sins by Saumick Pal

The book starts in a far away future where an artificial intelligence is in control of things and martyrs are not born but chosen. There is nothing humane about this dystopian world where fathers chose the rapists of their daughters and karma is a debt that needs to be kept in balance. The concept is…

Book Review: The Illicit Happiness of Other People – Manu Joseph

Before I begin the review, let me share some notes that I simply scribbled in a corner of my mindspace while reading the book: The bereaved father in this book is named Ousep. Ousep is Kerala-fied version of Joseph. Joseph is also the name of the author. Ousep works in a company called United News…