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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...

The killing of Jatasura

By Trilokjit Sengupta I will never know what’s on the mind of 600 odd people any more. I will never know who planted a begonia in their purple patch with their green farmer’s thumbs (or is it carpal tunnel syndrome?) I will not be forced to wish people,...

Introduction

By Trilokjit Sengupta You forget my name. I am walking by your office right now. Or perhaps I am in a packed bus furtively looking for a seat. Maybe I am hunting for a bargain at the corner street market. I may or may not have a wife. I have inhibitions. I have...