Yes, I brushed with powder today. Photo proof below. (Warning: Nobody looks pretty at 5 AM, with or without tooth powder in mouth). Then I slunk into my jogging clothes and proceeded to Agara Lake. Now for those who are unaware of this lake….remember pinching your nose when passing the gutter beside Jakkasandra? That gutter…
Author: Amel Rahman
Amel Rahman is a writer who has successfully procrastinated the completion of her first novel for the past ten years and is currently attempting the Guinness title for the same (as soon as she persuades the authorities to institute the category). Her future novels include "Learn to Procrastinate Today", "Ghost Writing for Ghosts", and "Let the Universe write your novel for you". Feedback, Awards, and money can be sent to amelabrs@gmail.com.
100 days to Zero-Waste (or Public Shame)
Despite(/Because of) my privileged life and education, I consider myself very environmentally-aware….mostly because my office cafeteria has segregated waste (and 40% of the time I manage to toss my waste in the right bin) But today, when I visited my designer bathroom, I noticed something….terrible…sinister…oh so horrible…. It was the plastic bottles. The bottles were…
Why I cannot be a travel writer (Galgibaga Times)
I don’t fancy myself much the travel writer. I’d probably write one travel piece with much huffing and puffing, and dream of being ‘found’ by Conde Nast, and live that life of traveling the world in their exciting employment. But what if Travel writing is just as boring as Technical writing, but with the added…
Right Ho, Jeevika
It was a fine day, the kind that could bring in even the most bumbling of the male gender, a song in their rhythm-less hearts. So you can only imagine its effect on someone blessed with the energy of feminine creation, for what indeed is greater originality than that of creation of another human being….
LMS Hostel, 1995
The alarm rang with significant fanfare, garnering little enthusiasm and much irritation in the sole listener Jubin, helpless in the next room of the hostel. “Are you getting that?” Jubin shouted. He plummeted his head into his pillow and shut his eyes. In fifteen minutes it would give up its lament, he told himself. The…
The Lost Tooth
She opened her bleary eyes, when the cat, all seven pounds of squirming flesh, climbed onto her belly. Squinting into the sunlight streaming in from the open window, she discovered that she was now the weary possessor of a pounding headache, and at some point, had managed to lose both a tooth and a spouse….
Zombie Zack
Zombie Zack had eaten his girlfriend’s brain, again. Of course, if you look at it, it really wasn’t Zack’s fault. It was almost like Jenna was asking for it. You don’t date a Zombie if you’re the kind that scares easily. Or even worse, gets disgusted. Now that’s just cruel, and impolite. So what if you burp…
How to be a Conversation Bore …for dummies
You are supremely entertaining. Well-read. Funny. A regular laugh riot. But the problem is nobody appreciates it or even worse, knows about it! What to do? Simple. Follow this 10 step guide to hijacking a conversation and establishing yourself as the Alpha-bore. Nobody can out-talk you ever after this! Office is great place to practice…
A Desi One Night Stand
After ten months of self-imposed chastity, I was to go on a date. And my date was late. My rucksack stood in the corner of the room. Its contents bulged from all sides, prostrate like a flaccid dick, awakened only to sit in the corner of my living room, watching sitcom reruns and PG-advised advertisements…
I, Homophobe
The first time was entirely Divya’s fault. And Goutam blamed her for it. He would never have been on that trip if not for Divya. And now, he was paying for it, running out of the bus like a school-kid, holding onto the railings in one hand, his stomach in the other, and on the…
