Let’s speak first of the strange flower, titan arum. The Sumatran rainforests are its home, where it prepares for seven years for its first flowering. It blooms for less than twelve hours, during which time it lays siege to the whole forest with its odor. …

We are all agreed that life began in the oceans, but I wonder how. Could it have been that the ocean looked up and mistook the galaxies blazing with the violence of a billion stars for its own reflection? Or maybe the ocean felt like I do the frequently pointless…

Where a once militant atheist bends his knee to religious experience — In the four years that I lived inside my college, my soul was broken and remade and then broken again. I left it behind twelve years ago. It is funny that in all that time I have never known how to describe it. Don’t get me wrong, I know what…

Where the ghost of a ghost-story possesses Mamachan’s body — I read The last voyage of the ghost-ship for the first time at midnight at Thrissur bus stand, as mosquitoes buzzed around me, and someone new in town struggled to make the bus-stand ATM work to the amusement of the tea-stall ghedi(dude). Looking back now, the story wasn’t particularly great…

I remember once asking Syed what he wanted from life. We were like Russian school buses that had been fitted with anti-aircraft guns and painted with camouflage, the last hope of the lost Soviet empire, and now lay axles collapsed somewhere in a Ukranian rice field being used for target…

What you don’t know is that some of us can pretend to have love, when all we have is the inertia of family celebrations. But the latest studies indicate, robots can hum Rahman too, and ChatGPT can write manifestoes in the style of Rumi. Following the trail My wife and I found this activity extremely useful at Ibrahim Rouza.youtube.com We, humans and robots alike, can…

07–04–2023 Somewhere in The Savage Detectives, Arturo Belano and his smash-and-grab crew of vagabond poets decide to never publish their poems. And in a book about the infra-realist poets (based on a group of surrealist avant-garde writers from that era) of Mexico, we hear no poems of the infra-realists. …

A personal narrative that is pure joy. — 1. Fight. If you don’t know how to, learn to. Fight your parents. Fight your friends. Fight the people who they say are your friends. Fight the woman you love. Fight the guy who pays your pay. But most of all fight the man you are at all times. Become…

Chapter 1: You are all falling for the liberal propaganda. Naik burst out of his room, his eyes red with cannabis, found his laptop on the steps and began typing furiously. “What is it now?” his wife shouted. “I think they have been lying to us all this time.” “About what? Is this is about the Jalebi wale Baba?” “No…