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.

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 [...]

In spite of his desire to be completely forgotten, Bob Kaufman, another find from the beat generation. Three poems, one after the other. Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round about Midnight. Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about Midnight, Piano laughter, in my ears, Round about Midnight. Stirring up laughter, dying tears, Round about Midnight. Soft blue voices, muted grins, Excited [...]

Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the earth.I don’t understand him.With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the earth. I’m not saying anything against Alexander,Only I have seen people who were remarkable,Highly deserving of your admirationFor the fact that they were alive at all. Great men generate too much sweat.In all of this [...]