Vasu Nambeesan (2nd
Old man: You say you have your own house. How big is the compound?
I: About 4 cents.
Old man: Mine is 9 and a half cents. The size of your house? Big?
I: Small - 850 sq. ft.
Old man: Mine is 1300 sq. ft.
Avenue - A Haven for Indians
It is slightly shabby by American standards. Garbage scattered all over.
Bhangra music and Indi Pop mix together in the air to play a jugalbandhi
for your ears and the smell of samosas and fresh Indian vegetables
remind you of your Indian hometown...
Night Chennai Rocked
Keith had a long time obsession with the sounds a guitar could make. He
shared the same passion for nicotine and alcohol, believing in the musician's
maxim that the creative genius in you is best in the company of good drink
Don't love me because I am cheerful or fun or good to be with. And mostly,
don't love me because I am so deep (or you think), so profound. For daily
life is so mundane
and one can get so concerned with the price of
vegetables or gold...
Away, in the lush meadows/Near a sparkling stream/Among the darkening
shadows/The songbird sang its dream./It sang of hope and sunshine/It sang
of love and a mate...
Commandments for Teenage Girls
by Kalyani Chidambaranathan
Never volunteer to help with domestic chores unless you know they've been
done. If you're told to do something, make sure you have a book in your
hand so you can turn around and say petulantly, "I'm studying, can't
by Janani Bala
Pictures of self, I have one to me,/To live, I do just as men do./Shades
of dark doubt when I see -/ Alter the picture, trying to make falsehood
by Nathing Matters
She realized that however nice they were to each other and however much
he treated her with respect, he was a boisterous, oversmart, ambitious
Northie. Another one in the pack...
I like solitude, quiet walks by the beach with a slight drizzle falling
about me. I like the birds, their music and envy their ability to fly
away from this worrisome world...
Stir by Priya
the eye fixes its gaze/upon the armrest/the then, the now and the they/start
by Krithika Anand
my mind's eye I could see/Me in the midst of awesome scenery -/A placid
lake with colourful fishes/Swans inside and greenery all around/Doves,
sparrows, rabbits, squirrels, parrots,/Love birds, peacocks and nightingales...
One by Priyadarshini
any of you ever participated in a strike? Do you harbor any fond or romantic
(?) illusions of what a college strike is really like?
crush by P.K.
still remember the first time i met her,/with a hint of shiver i said
"hi."/acting like i didn't fear,/when i was actually trembling
is a Rough Road!
by Pramila Krishnan (5th
is a rough road!/When I took my baby steps,/You were there to hold my
hand!/When I went to school,/You were my chauffeur!
Mothers, Raise Your Hands!
by Kalyani Chidambaranathan (5th
of my offspring do not arouse passionate vibrations in me. I mean their
legitimate activities. The other kind impels me to pick up the nearest
hard object just like everyone else...
by Tammi Langley (29th
past couples that are enjoying a romantic evening together is effortless.
Reaching the table, choosing one of the many empty seats, and taking a
seat alone is painless. It is the menu that hurts the most...
People, Places... Things Lost
by Padma Krishnan (29th
face/Of the stranger who helped you find your way/And the place where
you lost your way./Of an irritating neighbour./Of an idea that made thoughts
impossible/Of your ideal that haunted you...
God and Jerry Seinfeld: Spaced Out in India
by Colin Todhunter (29th
other travellers, I have been to numerous holy places steeped in mysticism
where yoga and meditation courses abound. Unlike other travellers, however,
I had never felt any compulsion to indulge in a spiritual quest for inner
peace (or whatever it is they search for)...
Mountain (A Spiritual Quest)
by Sharath (22nd
The mountain stood
mighty and gray/all alone, every night and day/through
passing cloud, storm and rain/heat and cold and many a pain/waiting to
reach and touch the sky...
by Janani Bala (22nd
first met me,/Your mind weighed very heavy./When you come to know me,/The
better form of my Self you see...
by Kaush (22nd
in a void of creativity/a vacuum of exasperation/we believe is our own
selves/in search for the thread that unites and unties/the present from
the unreal past...
Odd One Out
by Zephyr (17th
Barely a year out of college and I find myself at the mercy
of ageing auntyjis who have nothing better to do than convincing me to
become a participant in the process of human reproduction...
Krithika Anand (17th
The best thing cricket lovers all over the world like about
the Chennai cricket crowd is that they are a knowledgeable lot, who appreciate
good sport. They cheer when a player hits a six, when a catch is taken...
Kiss by Colin
"I would like
you to be the main actor in a film I am making, sir." Everyone in
the room turned to see who said this. A few seconds later they began looking
in my direction and I almost choked on my coffee...
and I by Padma
the safe veil of the night/I am/The mother he suckles/The father he fears/The
daughter he adores/The son who obeys...
by Pramila Krishnan (10th
Don't call me breeze,/I
don't want to blow away;/Don't call me a poem,/I may not rhyme!
by Phillip J Mather (10th
As a child we regularly
took family holidays on the Cumberland coast of England. Initially, my
parents rented an elderly static caravan sited on a farm...
Copenhagen to Byron Bay: An Energy Crisis and a Tale of Two Women
Someone sat next
to me. She was stunning! She was Scandinavian!! But she looked so out
of place, and not like a usual backpacker. It was as though she had come
straight from a bar in Copenhagen...
Charm by Krithika Anand (3rd June 2002)
"My girl will be a charming young lady,/One, for whose affection
lads will vie for" -/Thought the proud father as he looked/Into the
eyes of his thirteen-year-old...
by Priya M (3rd June 2002)
When the breeze is cool/and the ripples faint,/the fanned waves beckon
us/to look into the pool of shared moments,/each ripple bringing our friends'
Cows and Sugarpuffs: A Taxi Ride to Fame
by Colin Todhunter (27th May 2002)
Women glide past
perched side-saddle on a thousand speeding mopeds. Their saris drape and
flow in the evening pollution, accompanying the strangled wail of film
music coming from the street-side shops...
in transition by Kaush (27th May 2002)
political vindications/unreal youth/organisational pollution/illuminated
passion/theatrical understatement/it's not her style, i guess...
- Courtesy Satan by Jaya Smitha Menon (27th May
I thought hard, and hard and called her 'Charu'- the meaning of which
I still don't know. Both of us laughed at each other and started to live
our lives and it was as I had earlier...
Love by Mallory Nakamura (20th May 2002)
True Love rides on sharp hooves and crooked wings of fire./True Love
wields an iron mace and throws flaming arrows of desire...
Many Times to Die, Dear God? by Pramila Krishnan (13th
Out of my mother's womb,/I cried for my lost tomb/Of an earlier birth/And
I died for the first time in this life...
Friends by Farida Kalimi (13th May 2002)
This was the nth time Tara was thinking this and it was still as scary
as it had been the night before. How do you tell your best friend that
you're in love with her crush of the past two weeks?
by Jaya Smitha Menon (29th April 2002)
It was a moment of revelation or something which made me really brood
over the strange ironies of life or should I say the wild fantasies of
Spark Called Life by Krithika Anand (29th April 2002)
We feel sorry for the victims and very soon, forget it in the monotony
of daily routine. It is a fact all of us have to accept that though we
can generally empathize with the victims of such mishaps, we can really
feel the depth of their grief only when we are in that situation...
Source by Krithika Anand (15th April 2002)
When I read about orphans and destitutes,/When I find a fellow passenger
about to fall off a bus,/My heart misses a beat...
Search by Jaya Smitha Menon (15th April 2002)
From then on there was a bond between us which I could feel and which
he could feel. Slowly he grew up. I became extremely protective of him.
I would cover up for him when his naughty little pranks landed him in
Layoffs by Ranganath B P
The silence is eerie. I come to office in a van that is generally
full. Today it was unusually empty. I see our other company vans racing
past and they too are not full. The drivers do not know that they will
not have much business in the future...
by Farida Kalimi
The moments lap over one another,/as I wait for the dawning day,/How
I wish we were together/Sadly, it has ended this way....
Sunrise by Cactus Pete
A few million years ahead.../I'm a weary traveller unbound/Surveying
11, 2001 by Krithika Anand
The first thing is that the common people in America have really realized
what it tastes to just exist (leave alone living) one day in areas like
Kashmir. That their leader is not taking any active steps to bring down
terrorism in this part of the world is an entirely different issue...
by Bulbul Mankani
It was just like any Indian city: I was talking in Hindi to my host,
and if he was answering in Urdu, I could scarcely make out the difference.
The house looked like a bungalow in Vasant Vihar...
Hindi Maloom Hai? by Sumeetha V.
I think there is something about me that attracts these tricksters.
They all seem to gravitate towards me every now and then with their multitudes
of lies and tales of woe, designed and customized for each of their customers...
Prophet by Niranjan Rao
I wait for it night and day,/still the pain doesn't go away./Where
is the freedom I dreamed about?/Where is that freedom, I think aloud./Oh
God, why do You not justice dispense?
Just a Dreamer by Bab'oo
Am I my Brother's Keeper? by Krithika Anand
Genesis by Srini
Ode to my Special Friend by Farida Kalimi
The Beaten Path by Srini
Forlorn by Bab'oo
For Love or Money by Farida Kalimi
Is my Dad the Nerd at Home? by Srini
Missed Chance by Kishore Reddy
The Abyss by Farida Kalimi
Not a Lively Life by Bab'oo
Celebrity Trophy Wife by Fiction Reader
Nature by Kishore Reddy
The Power and the Glory by Panayeri
Apart by Farida Kalimi
uncertain future by Anjoo Sharon
Hope by Kishore Reddy
Hobos by Vinod
Our Friendship by Bab'oo
The Voice From The Wilderness by Bab'oo
Courage by Kishore Reddy
Playing on Home Ground by Krithika Anand
Everything Happens for a Reason by Bab'oo
Existence in Vacuum by Bab'oo
Why I don't Drive by Lata Sundar
Who am I? by Farida Kalimi
The Same Road, The Same Traffic by Bab'oo
What Was It? by Bab'oo
Mother's Love by Kavitha Thomas
The Real Dream by Panayeri
I, Me, Myself by Swathi Rajan
Ride the Train by Raja Jaikumar
Sunshine by Bab'oo
Destination Unknown by Bab'oo
Nostalgia by Panayeri
My Palm Tree by Panayeri
The Affair by Panayeri