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It must have been love, but it’s over now

By Sharan Saikumar I loved the Internet. I loved the freedom from intermediation. I loved the glorious information. I loved it all, till it kicked me in the ass one day. I am an unapologetic travel junkie. I spend happy hours online, crawling on all fours, hunting for...

I know what you did last summer

By Sharan Saikumar It happened again last Tuesday. I stood outside Mango, looking lasciviously at the luscious swathe of grey that draped the mannequin and before I knew it I had marched inside, flung plastic on the counter and walked out mindlessly happy, with a...

The Castle crisis

By Sharan Saikumar I started this blog wanting to write some deeply insightful stuff about the directly proportional relationship wealth has with the idea of personal space ever since I’ve been introduced to the mildly ridiculous concept of individual salt cellars (!)...

Resolve to irresolute

By Sharan Saikumar As another tired year ambles towards the great finishing line, I can’t help but gawp (what an absolutely wonderful fusion of gape and awe) at its duplicitous nature. The sneak sped along, all the while fooling you with a rather beatific impression...

The victory of fact over fiction

By Sharan Saikumar I gave up fiction recently. And carbohydrates. The first is too long to explain and the second unfortunately doesn’t need an explanation. Floating listlessly in this fiction void I turned my bored synapses towards non-fiction – a genre that...