Every writer needs a thinking pot

Journalism — that is the exotic course the girl travelled to the city for. And, when you are studying to be a journalist, you have to be a good writer, that is a given. So, the girl thought that she could do prose, poetry and everything in between.

Any situation you got, Calvin and Hobbes will have a quote or two for you!

But, you know, there is this thing called the ‘writer’s block’. The girl faced it all the time. The brilliant lines that she would think of in her head would simply evaporate into nothingness every time she picked up her pen.

Every time, unless… Continue reading


“Whiskey on the rocks, please”

February 11, 2011

I was a sophomore and, by then, I had started dancing. (Mind you, by dancing, I mean Latin. I had been learning Indian classical since the time I was four. Awesome, I know, right?)

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The image is self-explanatory (Image courtesy: flixcart.com)

It was one of the big shows. I was dressed in a skimpy skirt and a halter top. I was too shy about my untoned thighs, flabby hands and love handles.

That was my off-stage personality. Continue reading