Archu From The Archive, Personal

Serendipitous Suicide

I would rather have my head smashed with a hard iron hammer or my brain ripped with a razor-edge saw than having my heart flanged with a hundred thousand needles. My bleeding soul pleads for a hearing which gives me a strong desire to script my suicide. Don’t get started or shout for the police, at least not yet. I…

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Adieu Infosys

Its strange how dumb I can get when I am actually mulling over so many thoughts in my head and so many feelings in my heart which I am waiting to voice out. Yet, with too many things on my plate, too many mixed feelings or messed up feelings rather I feel strangely, stupidly dumbfolded. I had been procrastinating mailing…

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Monsoonal Memories

Thud…… thud…… It drizzled. Thud… thud… thud… It poured. THUD THUD THUD THUD…IT RAINED! I ran out to the balcony to remove the clothes that I had left to dry that morning. The tea pot was steaming and screaming on the stove seeking my attention. “Okay, okay, I am coming…” I turned off the gas and filled my tea cup.…

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Systematic Analysis of Love

Love is a feeling……Love is electric…… Love is a waste of time…… Love is a hormonal cocktail…… Love is life…… Different people with different definitions of love! These wordings look good on Valentine’s Day greeting cards. They sound good when our cine heroes proclaim their undying love for their sweethearts with all plausible facial expressions (or sometimes animations:-)). But personally,…

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The Window Corner

“Hey…Its my place, I came first.”“NO…I came first, move out…Take your bag from here.”“I WON’T, U MOVE!!!…”“I WON’T EITHER, U GO!!”…….……. Familiar, isn’t it? Yes, it is a very familiar exchange between two kids in a primary school fighting for the seat by the window corner in the school bus. I used to when I was a kid. For that…

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