Posted by: Naren on: January 8, 2009
“Why doesn’t the dashed bus come?!”
Like the ticker tape that runs at the bottom of every news channel nowadays, that was the sentence flashing across my mind every few words the bleached septuagenarian uttered. It was a grand morning, a light mist hanging over the dew-frozen earth, the sun’s rays coming in fine lines through [...]
Posted by: Naren on: November 6, 2008
After a decent fight, this was what Arun and I could come up with for LitSoc Light Music Solo Competitions. Composed and sung by AR Rahman, it is a wonderful piece from the movie Kannathil Muthamittal. Just to be clear, me choosing the song and the ongoing clashes in Sri Lanka [...]
Posted by: Naren on: June 30, 2008
‘Point out 5 differences between Nuclear Fission and Nuclear Fusion.’ was the question I was staring endlessly at. I could just point 4 differences and making up a fifth wasn’t really an option. I had already tried all the rituals that usually helped me remember, like chewing my pen cap away till it looked [...]
Posted by: Naren on: June 12, 2008
It was with a crowded mind that I started off for my department on Monday, as I had to meet my professor, go to the library to get my ID card renewed and go to Pondy Bazar on some personal errand. The holiday season has rendered me so sluggish that I ought to appear on [...]
Posted by: Naren on: June 5, 2008
The train beckoned us all within herself with a whistle that, though the same as every other train, sounded cheery. The teachers caused quite a ruckus yelling out items as they cross checked all the stuff once again. ‘Now children,’ said our music teacher ‘please be quiet aboard the train.’ I remember cracking a joke [...]
Posted by: Naren on: May 25, 2008
“What’s in a name, what’s in a name, er.. What’s in a name…” – A forgetful Shakespearean scholar.
The point being, over the span of your lifetime you tend to have various names, various ways by which people call you. You love some of them, hate some and cherish some. Whether it is your parents calling [...]
Posted by: Naren on: December 19, 2007
Ho Ho Ho, it is that time of the year again!!!
The whole day spent swatting flies,
With no regard for time as it dies.
Tons and tons of food lying around,
A cargo load which will run a ship aground.
There is nothing much on the idiot box,
Yet no motive for you to grab your socks.
You reminisce, look back, [...]
