Mr.Hyde's Residence

Collectively, as a people, we are essentially a mob - inept, insensitive, brutal. Individually, we're selfish and apathetic. Suitably, we are governed by a collective with the same qualities, and comprised of similar people granted with the added potency of "power". She's gone. And nothing has changed. The rapes and gang-rapes continue. The government continues to be insensitive and inept. The pol ice continues to be absent when most required. Monsters continue to walk among us. We continue to be outraged. Until we experience outrage fatigue, and move on - as apathetic and selfish as ever. Outrage is easy. Stop pretending like you give a damn. All of this, including this write-up, is social media grandstanding. Lighting a candle, writing, and sloganeering might be glamorous. But they're just images - media fodder. If you, if we - want real change, we'd join politics. We'd join the police. But we haven't, and very few of us will. Dr...

I dig up the earth to bury my numerous mistakes. Your doll lies lost in the grass, unnoticed I dig up the earth to bury my numerous mistakes. Your earrings lie lost in the grass, unnoticed. Days pass by in their search....the mind dives deep underwater. Stolen time - my sole earnings. I dig up the earth.... I liberate today - the water from the spring. Wash away the memories from lifetimes past. I liberate today - the water from the spring. Wash away the memories from lifetimes past. Let the evenings remain in confinement, and the skies bereft of kites. On our way back, lies the earth coloured and hued. Ancient roots pull me back As you sing me the song of sunset Ancient roots pull me back As you sing me the song of sunset Immersing me within the amphibious nature of all experience. Paper....Boats......The pages of History. The answer lies here. I dig up the earth to bury my numerous mistakes. Your doll lies lost in the grass, unnoticed. I dig up the earth....

Hi ! I’m Kabir’s right hand. I’m here to tell you about myself and the life I have led. In the beginning, I was tiny – easily enclosed in Maa’s hands. I slowly grew until I attained my present impressive stature. Anyway, since I’m short of time, I’ll have to run through this quickly. I played a pivotal role in Kabir’s interactions with the world. I held on to dad’s hands and made sure Kabir learnt how to walk. He walked, and then he ran, and I was happy. I was the prime protagonist in Kabir’s first fight – lashing out hard and vanquishing his foes. I became his weapon of choice- a trusted lieutenant, if you will, in most fights and scuffles hence. I have to admit I liked to be in fights – though it did get a little painful at times. Moving on to things of a much more pleasant and poignant nature, then. A few years later, Kabir fell in love with Aarti – and yet again, I was in the thick of action. Needless to say, I loved it. Aarti’s hands were really good friends of mine. Espec...

Its 6 pm in one of the many tech parks that are dotted across the city.   These are places that look like an ambitious kid’s wet dream. All those promises of “holistic wellness” in a “high-tech” environment stand fulfilled. The streets in this city are dotted with fashionably dressed people - who, upon careful observation, look like they came out of an assembly line. A whole army of shirt-wearing, tag-carrying people with indifferent expressions on their faces have descended upon the streets. Most of the people in this army – over a smoke or a chai – are complaining. Some smile and joke through their complaints. Others are too tired to maintain that façade. The mood of this army can at best be summed up as a collective shrug, and at worst- a collective sigh. Among any small group of us “professionals”, one finds people who are into music, into writing, into cricket, and usually,   into the vague idea of being a tycoon someday. Sadly though, there’s only a handful who get real...

"In the womb of fear, When I relish in your plight with glee...... Teetering on the precipice of death, Will you think of me ? Listen to your screams Listen to your fervent pleas for mercy.... When you look into the mirror and see the grim reaper approaching, In your horror, will you think of me ?" "I'm very afraid, very cold.... Relish in my pain all you will.... This too shall pass, say wise men of old. I won't show fear, I won't scream for you You are but my own reflection, and I desist you. If at all this ends. If at all I manage to set myself free. I'll look down and snigger at you- proud in the knowledge that I looked you in the eye and didn't flee. You can break my bones, but not my soul. You can feel powerful. But you are me. In the end, you'll lose."

Wish me away like I don't exist. As for me, I'll be happy reminiscing this brief chimerical tryst. From the time when we first kissed-when you put around my shoulders, your slender wrists. To the time,when I became in your mind, a serpent that constantly hissed A serpent you disposed off with a cold iron fist. I'll be happy reminiscing this brief chimerical tryst. Wish me away like I don't exist. Thinking about you isn't something that I can cease and desist. But you must move on, and if it matters, I insist. I'll be happy reminiscing this brief chimerical tryst. Move on. Wish me away like I don't exist.