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In words, we lie

By Trilokjit Sengupta Do you know what good writing is? For that matter, do you know what good soup is? Or good art? Okay, how about a good song? Why call a beer good? Now that we are on the topic, what exactly is a good girl? Do you know any? Could you forward me...

Eros, shaken not stirred

By Trilokjit Sengupta Most of my friends are married. And those who remain, seem to be in a dashed hurry to do so. Infrequently, I hear faint strains of the question being posed to me. I try to smile and answer as politely as I was taught in pre-school a long, long...

The physics of happiness

By Trilokjit Sengupta He walks with his camera. Plodding the negro streets from dusk till dawn. Waiting for a smell. A mere whiff. Of black and white. He walks for an answer. Or perhaps a question. The last piece. His hands are unsteady from the cigarettes. His feet...

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By Trilokjit Sengupta In the time that I have not been here, I have been doing tremendously important things. Like following the Barclays Premier League and watching Masterchef Australia with fervour. I have also finally (and successfully) decoded the meaning of life....

Don’t look back in anger

By Trilokjit Sengupta It is December. And I do not have a plan. In 24 days time, the year will melt. That’s when you will probably be doing something stupid, romantic, nostalgic or pathetic. With or without your loved ones. In a new city or a house party in some...