My love

I wrote this poem 15 years back when I was in throes of my first love. After a decade and a half I’m still smitten by this stubborn, obsessive, passionate, naughty, freaking awesome, sweet rascal. Love you beyond words Appu I love him beyond words I talk about him beyond thoughts I think of him… Continue reading My love

Cashless or Cash less

I am a PayPal account holder. Yesterday I got a mail which went like this I clicked the link but it opened with a URL with a different domain. It wasn’t an HTTPS link. Hence I didn’t login but sent a mail to the PayPal people instead. I got a mail informing me that my… Continue reading Cashless or Cash less

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The Woman who proved reservation is nothing if you are determined 

She did not contest elections with the aide of reservation. She didn’t cry for positions to be placed in golden plates. She was rejected once. She didn’t create any melodrama.Once of the most headstrong women in the history of India, No, womanhood. No other politicians in the recent time, both men and women, would have… Continue reading The Woman who proved reservation is nothing if you are determined 

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Untitled

I have a doubt. What does a 63 year old man feel when he sees a 3 year old girls’ body or vagina for that matter.  ഇനി മലയാളത്തിൽ ചോദിക്കാം 3 വയസ്സുള്ള കുഞ്ഞിൻറെ ശരീരം അഥവാ യോനി കണ്ടാൽ 63 വയസ്സുള്ള ഒരാണിന് എന്തു വികാരംതോന്നും. 5 വയസ്സുള്ള ഒരെണ്ണം എനിയ്ക്കുമുണ്ട്. എങ്ങിനെ വളർത്തും. I leave the reaction to the readers. I’m… Continue reading Untitled

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The micturition trauma

Inequality between a man and a woman begins with micturition (simply called urination). When man can simply stand and bid adieu to the unwanted debris a woman has to sit. When man can simply do the honours behind the shades of a tree (some don’t want it even. They just pee by the side of… Continue reading The micturition trauma

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Sight seeing at flood spot

The phone rang like it is banging it’s own head to the wall, unable to bear the words to be delivered through it. “How will I prevent this vile practice?” the phone wailed. He picked up the call in enthusiasm. ” I’m game. I have been waiting for your call for an hour. What else… Continue reading Sight seeing at flood spot

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