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A for Airplanes

Note: Since graduating I have at hand so much time that I've tried to sleep off most of it. Since sleep has the potential to become a mind numbing activity which can stifle creativity, I decided to get back to writing. However, excess sleep has already done some damage so I need to look for some prompts. Inspired by my cousin and fellow blogger Zainab's successful attempt, I've decided to...

Continue Reading 20 Jun 2013

Where's your colour?

My grandma has a new hobby. A very amusing one. She likes to browse through old albums, pause at my baby pictures and say "Molku enthu nirram endayirinnu, ippo adokke pozhi". Literal translation: You had so much colour, everything's gone now. What She really means: You are not fair any more. You are...*cue dramatic music*...dark!This obsession with fairness is not exclusive to my grandma, though I am sure a lot...

Continue Reading 20 Jun 2013

Key Board Warriors

Coffee cruises freeAs keyboard warriors type awayfearless, spearing wordsinto sentencestill the topic cedesand sense infiltrates what was just mindless mumble.Until the elusive end makes it appearancewith an unceremonious 'Full stop',We subsist.Nay, we persist.

Continue Reading 13 May 2013

An Apology

I’d like to apologize For a crime so great That it demands punishment severe I am sorry For being born With the wrong chromosomes In my defense, I wasn’t asked to choose ‘Would you like an XY or XX?’ ‘My personal recommendation is XY, It’s hot in the streets I hear!’ I apologize that my chest isn’t flat And that my hips form curves I do understand that my body...

Continue Reading 28 Dec 2012

On my brother turning 18....

 My brother, Shereef (chepsy), turned 18 two days back. This is a letter/poem-ish thing I wrote for him...Dear chepsy When did you grow up?Just yesterday you were my 6 yr old annoying younger brother following me around,sometimes pulling at my pig tails and now, here you stand, a foot taller than me, telling me you are a grown up! At 18, you now feel at the top of the world....

Continue Reading 24 Nov 2012

Just Stop

When you ask a question long enough it ceases to be one and just plays itself out in a loop like a broken record :How? How? How? How. How. How.Why?Why? Why?  I keep asking myself. ‘Why?’ Why are we doing this to ourselves?  What’s so incredibly messed up in the brains of the ‘smartest living beings on the planet’ that makes us want to kill each other. To take down...

Continue Reading 18 Nov 2012
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