The Gun

I was pointing the gun towards him. At point blank range, it would have taken the shit out of anybody, but he was smiling. He freed himself from all the guilt by a simple confession of mistrust. I was feeling helpless even after having the gun. Controlling the urge to kill, I let him go.


The above fiction was previously published in Fried Eye

Jai Hind !

Happy Independence Day to all the loungersof Bamboo Lounge!

Jai Hind !!

PB PB bang bang !

(I know its a weird piece, so read it and forget it. It is fictitious! Not intended to hurt anyone's heart. )


"Somebody please call 911"

"Why..What happened?" -- PB got up from the lazy bone chair and asked.

“Its burning" "Its burning" Urvashi crossed holding hard her pink make-up box.

PB was invited to swargalok by Indra to plan up a vacation for goddess Lakshmi and Lord Shiva.

Indra was really impressed by how people on earth worship goddess Lakshmi. They call her as "money"..sweeeeeeeeet name! and the love towards lord Shiva by young generation is simply fantastic. Goa, Manali, Kulu, Manipur must visit destinations for Lord Shiva.

They were having a nice party. Dj was playing nice psychedelic trance. UV lights were all over..PB was taking a break after dancing with Menaka, suddenly someone said "run run"

The voice was coming from the kitchen side. PB rushed to the kitchen.

" woh cook ne accidently bidi Hunuman ji ke puch par bujha dala..Hanuman ji bhag ne laga and the fire caught in the server room..we will lose all our data..swarglok ka pura data yehi store hota hai..router bhi down hai" Swarglok ka pura network down.”" Boleto apnito watt lag gayi hai mamu- Worried Narad Muni said.

“Don’t worry...Let me call one of my friends in Bangalore"

“Sir Network pura down hai..Calls will not go" – The jata kutur ghai* cook said slowly

" Duhh let me do something to fix it up...main bhi MCA hoon..chalo chalo aag bujhao jaldi"

PB helped them in restoring and fixed all the problems. All the way " PB ki jai" " PB ki Jai"

Hanuman ji PB ko kandhe pe leke nachne laga..

Maddu sethan Manishan thinan Thola Vechu Melam Katti
Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku
Maddu sethan Manishan thinan Thola Vechu Melam Katti
Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku

Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku
Nakka Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka
Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku
Nakka Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka

Maddu sethan Manishan thinan Thola Vechu Melam Katti
Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku
Maddu sethan Manishan thinan Thola Vechu Melam Katti
Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku

Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku
Nakka Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka
Adradra Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku Nakku Mukku
Nakka Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka Nakku Mukka



"Oye PB subah subah kya hogaya tujhe? aaj ye paagaloon ki jaise harkat kar raha hai" PB's Mom said when she found PB has fell down from his bad and he was doing a snack dance on the floor.

“You gonna be late for the Bangalore flight...Get ready..Ab pilot ka bhi call aagaya hai..Kaha hai ye PB?- His sister-in-law came in with a bucket of water.

jata kutur ghai* - from whom the problem started (in assamese language)

My Story

Twas fate

I  witness

The scattered beads

Of shaken faith

Blue sheet

turn brown

Sharp steel glisten 

Through the sheath

An eye

Shuts out 

The needle bleeding

The vanishing I

Darkness n cigarettes !

I stare,
to the dark lone night,
puke my pain out

But,
it drowning me in madness
my mind falling to the emptiness
Dragging the weed joints hard
I'm trying to breath
I'm trying to live
Trying hard to see the mirror
tears blinding me blank
I see my eyes
I see mirrors of darkness !