The Idea-smithy

I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked my wounds, cleared my arrears [...]

A creative writing experiment. This story has been written in third person and then in first person. Which works better and why? Tell me, dear reader, what you think? I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal.
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A Room To Call Her Own (Third person)
Sheila Rai lived in the same house for the first [...]

The Raja family took the flight out today. Uncle has retired so they’re moving to the house they bought in their native city awhile back, in anticipation of just such a time. They leave behind a spacious flat on the top floor of a building at the end of a leafy, shaded lane, a company flat in [...]

I’ve written about my uprooted office spaces. I knew that would be temporary so I didn’t put down roots.
This Monday morning opened with the official announcement that we were moving offices. Not the months-in-planning location across the city; unaccounted for delays have cropped up. But in the meantime our, our current lease is nearing end [...]

While my current job is not my first, it is the one that I consider the real start of my career. Since I joined, I’ve switched three places, teams and bosses these past three years. With each shift I’ve replicated the space around me.
First, my phone with its cord unknotted (I religiously unravel it every [...]

Be it ever so dirty, polluted and crowded, there’s no place like amchi Mumbai!!!!!
Need I say more? If a picture speaks louder than a thousand words, here’s two thousand then!

 
I forgot that I sometimes detest pink when I saw this…
 

The gateway to Mumbai says,
Come in, be yourself, make a home for yourself here and become a part of me.
At least it used to. Before the anti-outsider sentiments, the relgious fundamentalists and the terrorists made their presence felt. I wonder if the gate opens only to the West and shuts out all those who come [...]