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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...

The secret story of the Sabbatical snafu

By Sharan Saikumar I first heard the phrase ‘taking a sabbatical’ when I was a young innocent intern many moons ago. It was from Lady Tough Boots herself – big time TV host, small time bitch. I thought it sounded ultra cool. ‘Sabbatical’ was surely some new age...

The birthday song

By Sharan Saikumar Once upon a time there was birthday girl With a swing in her step and a very pretty curl Her birthdays were fun they only bought joy And pink paper cards and soft little toys   Then she turned thirty three No longer young and wild and free Now...