Smoking used to be sexy, it used to be a sign of that creative energy symbolized by Albert Camus and Hemingway and Picasso and Guru Dutt and MT Vasudevan Nair and a thousand other literary geniuses. Smoking isn't sexy anymore. Cigarette smokers are outcasts in almost all walks of life.

Boring isn't just the only problem but he clearly eluded the core issues of public distribution, price rise, and made a quarter-hearted plea to the naxals - which forget the naxals, cannot even bring my angry four year old cousin to table for talks.

The following belongs to “About me”. If there was ever a piece I could relate to, completely, its this. Just that I haven’t written it. And I don’t even know who has…all I know is I’ve had it on me for a long long time.It’s a tad long but read it. Trust me. We lost ourselves [...]

“One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl” said Haruki Murakami And I have been searching for the source of these lines for years now in many of Murakami’s books. Today, thanks BD, I have it. The full short story is below, eventhough [...]

I found this poem today(via Deepak’s blog), and once again the urge to learn the malayalam keyboard and post in malayalam grows overwhelming. Like there are a few things which you can say only in Malayalam. Like see how a beautiful verse loses its vitality when I attempt to translate it, Raghu Raghu says his name is [...]