A crappie video I made. It’s about a couch potato who discovers about the joys of the outside world when the power goes while he’s watching TV. For everyone who helped me on the video that never got made… Credits: Story: Ankur Banerjee (aka Great Quizzard) Camera Work: Rachit Agarwal (aka rach) and Srishti Agarwal [...]

Delirious with joy when London won the rights to host the 2012 Olympics, I wrote this piece of poppycock. The sheep will flock,But we’ll be ready.The sheep dogs willPress them on,But we’ll be steady.A great fiesta it’ll be,For all the world to see.English ingenuity at its bestWhen London’llBe the nestWhereCitius, Altius, FortiusShalt prevail.Participation shall be [...]

Predictable stuff. Not many people know the meaning of Love.I didn’t too.-That was before I met you.You taught me the meaning of Life.You taught me the meaning of everything.You taught me the differenceBetween Love and Lust,You are divine!!You have beauty.You have everythingI could ever want.You petite little thing,I love you!!I love you,My little dictionary… Title [...]

A nonsensical poem Boris and I composed in the middle of the Computer period. He contributed one line, then I contributed one line and so on till we came up with this poem. Try and figure out who wrote which part…Hoobla dooblaHoobla doo…Go to the stoveAnd stir your brew.Hoobla dooblaHoobla doo…Stir, stir, stirAnd burn it [...]

Article Writing Q) You are disturbed by the recent events regarding the World Cup. Bob Woolmer’s death under mysterious circumstances, destruction of Dhoni’s house in Ranchi by angry fans has made you think about the hype and the superficial status that a game can achieve, and thus, control our behaviour. Write an article. And my [...]

I will cheer you onEven when you areLong gone.I’ll listen,You say.While the sun shines,You make the hay.I will be happy always-Never complain.You end the friendship,I won’t feel the pain.I’ll be the silent spectator.While you,You go places.

A sequel to ‘The Brook‘. “For men may come and men may go,But I go on forever.”I used to say that,And much more.But now,Now I am nothing-An eye sore.No water I have-None to give.It’s infinitely hot.Now,How can I live?The land,It’s glassy.The sand,It has melted.The earth is fire.God help me!Don’t tell me it’s time to retire.I [...]

A prequel to Alfred Lord Tennyson’s ‘The Brook‘ I once wrote for no apparent reason. It’s lost in history,But I know it.About it,You can ask me-I saw it.A thousand million years ago,I was born.And,So was a planet-My planet.I was there.But no one else-No one in me.Then came those creatures big.-Those horrible things.Just look at howThat [...]

Not as good as I’d hoped it’d be. Maybe,It was just my eyes.Or maybe,It WAS you.Maybe,It’s that thing you do.Everytime IYou see,Something stirsInside me.Maybe,It’s that thing you do.I rememberThat first time-When we met.I looked at you,Forgot about the rest.Maybe,You didThat thing you do.How can I explain it?Why do I haveEyes only for you?Maybe,It’s that thing [...]

I looked at them.They glared back.I chewed on a straw of hay-They did too.A hawk called outIn distant Rhodesia.An old man,On his patio,Strummed some Spanish.The sand was hot,The cacti pukey green.I took out my gun-Theirs already gleamed in the sun.Someone fired.Eh…or was it a knock?I spat outMy toothbrush fragments.Spat the paste.(Oh!What a waste!)I spend too [...]

Some real old crap. The cold night,I have to face.Against timeIt’s a bitter race.But all hope,I have given up.I DON’T WANT TO LIVE!Live to see another betrayal.Don’t I have one true friendYou might ask.I had,And in my fame he used to bask.But now I am friendless.I don’t know what to do-My life is ruined.Nobody shares [...]

Some old crap… I stare,I look,I glare,I weep,I sweat,Get bundled in a heap.A monster is in front.A monster,Ha! You must be joking,It’s Tumpleturn Spike!!!The day is dusky,The lightning-Naughty.I shiver,I shriekSome comfort,I desperately seek.I enter,I see,I turn,I flee.What did I see?Read Tumpleturn Spike IIWritten by me… Never really got down to write Tumpleturn Spike II (and [...]

Sequel to Electri-City. And, a much worse piece of writing than it… Long ago,I was here.And now,Again.Another accident,I had had.And now,I’m back toThis city of the mad.As everThe electrons and protonsAre mean.The neutrons,They can’t be seen.Some thing’s up.Solar Loon,-He’s up to something.This land is fading away,I am almost there.I open my eyes,And in disbeliefI stare.I [...]

Crappie writing at its best… I write this,From a place rather strange.An unknown and remote placeBeyond the Himalayan range.Electrons hereProtons there.Neutrons hidingDeep in their secret lair.Walking is a misery,Running,A pain.For,More than being electrocuted,I prefer being slain.The roads are electricAnd the mayor,Rather eccentric.He claims to haveBeen to the sunAND the moon.He class himselfSolar Loon.Of this strange [...]

A strange word,I just made, Bucocopugaz.What does it mean,Bucocopugaz?Bucocopugaz,It means simply,Puked out cocoaBy a gazelle dimply.Strange,Is it not?Well,Stranger words I have got…Till thenBe content withBucocopugazAnd,The strange meaningIt has.

A nonsensical poem I wrote while studying HistoryFlutter,Twitter,My little magic nail clipper.Yo and behold,Now it’s made of gold.Hold it and blink your eye,Surprise, surprise,You’re up in the sky.Till…“Little Johnny Brown,”Says my mother with a frown,“Are you at it again?”“Mother sit down and I will explain.”So for one hour,On I goOn how it was forgedLong ago.By [...]

He woke up with a start. Dreaming in color and Dolby surround sound was yet to become a habit. *** Bhaskar had never expected much-from himself or his family or his friends. He knew he had the brains. He knew he didn’t have the memory. Admiral Bhaskar Kishore knew he wouldn’t remain Admiral for long. [...]

This is the second part of my story, A Freudian Dream. Click here to read the first part. He woke up with a start. Dreaming in color and Dolby surround sound was already a habit. He got up. He was wet through and through. The sound of water gurgling down the drain set off a [...]

Idea ripped from Ankur’s Blog. His credits list wasn’t comprehensive enough, so I came up with my own. Credits: Director/Audio Recoding and Editing : Ankur Banerjee Still Photography/Audio Recording : Eeshan Chatterjee Software Procurement/Still Photography: Waris Jain Video Photography/Video Editing : Rachit Agarwal Logistics Manager/Music : Srishti Gulati And now, for the detailed thank you [...]

It’s a story I’m writing. Called Anne Fasting. Not yet complete. Read it and tell me what you think about it. Anne Fasting Sitting there, he felt a lot like Jon Arbuckle. Was it his child-like voice? Or his excellent (according to him) sense of humor? Another date had excused herself to go to the [...]