Nostalgia Stirs: St Xavier’s College, Fort

This is St. Xavier’s College, Mumbai, exactly the way I saw it, in a series of illustrations done of the campus, featuring me in all of the scenes.                                                      …

An Autopsy of Ambition

Introduction- The sequence   There are three steps to breaking a man. The first is introduce desire. Make him want something so hard his insides turn with the prospect of having it. Make him yearn for it, live for it, be ready to die for it. Make it the only thing he can think of…

The Paradox

This, is a pencil. A casing of fine timber around a little stick of lead, it’s dead. It lacks life and has no choice in what happens to it- a slackening of decision brought about by the death of that which was once alive and now encases that lead which was dead to begin with….

Oliver

“Once upon a time..” – That’s how they all start, don’t they ? All your precious little childhood stories with the princesses and the dragons and the morals sitting at the end of them like an unbearably bright pot of gold at the end of a unbearably colorful rainbow ? All the pink dresses and…

The Young Elites – The Greatest YA breakthrough in a Long Time

The first thing I have to say about this – INTENSE. The book, in essence, is an extremely dark fantasy. Gone are the days of goody-two-shoes heroic protagonists who have too-noble-to-be-true instincts. This. Book. BLOWS. Your mind. Welcome to the twisted world of Adelina Amouteru (The book is written in first person, from her perspective)….

Humanity and Hope.

H The sky was red with the angst of souls that yearned for my embrace. The ground was red with the blood of innocence, and the eyes of men were red with the pain of having lost and the bloodlust of having taken lives, yet, in that summer of 1939, when I cast my gaze…

Mysteries Left Unsolved

The Old Man sat, with a wrinkle for every year and a wrinkle for every mistake That he had lived through. Right outside my house He sat and I often wondered why. It’s been a long time since then, and I still don’t have an answer. The mystery that was this Old man, was itching…