I just ate a mango—which, despite everything, still tastes like summer, put my phone on the ventilator, pinch-cleaned my glasses with an already sagging t-shirt, filled a jug of water with more water, trapped a spider in a glass and carefully introduced it out of the window—because, I read somewhere that spiders snuggle with their … Continue reading Oh, sit down
Author: Srinath Narasimhan
A guy goes to the doctor and says he's been feeling miserable for many weeks now. The doctor says, "You must go watch the comic, Pete. You will feel better instantly.""But, doc: I am Pete."
I see you
There will come a time when you'll call for help. "Helllllpppppp!!" No, not like that. More like, "I am thinking of starting a Podcast." And there will be a time when you will be called upon. "Helllllpppppp me, thee with the tiny prick!!" No, no. More like, "I eat alone because I am an introvert." … Continue reading I see you
Mind: A guided tour
Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. End of tour.Exit through the giftshop.
Thoughts & Prayers
Open offices. 360-degree feedback. Hybrid work. Workplace fads are like episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians. There's a shitload of them, they only get progressively dumber, and they all ask the same question: can you tell which one is fake? The latest casualty in workplace varnish: Sad days. If you are feeling sad, you … Continue reading Thoughts & Prayers
Art Exhibition–Room 14: Sales & Marketing
The fragrance of a rose
Disciple: Describe God.Master: Describe the fragrance of a rose.Rose,If tenderness were a scent, this is what it would smell like.If separation were a scent, this is what it would smell like, plucked and five days later.Rose,If grace were a scent, this is what it would smell like.If innocence were a scent.The rose smells like a … Continue reading The fragrance of a rose
Singing
I am not motivated to write today. Every sentence is a chore. Drag. Draaag. And yet, Sunday after Sunday, motivation or not, "welcome to the show. I am so happy to be doing this. Oh, what a great life!" That is what it must feel like to be wealthy. Here's one gag you will hear … Continue reading Singing
To travel
To feel lightTo risk tourism To not know where to lookTo learn small soundsTo stockpile wonderTo walk infinitely To close out dead-endsTo grieve your shoesTo disorientTo eat in reclusion To grow daze-facedTo get sun-drenchedTo go moon-madTo suspect yourself To mock meaningTo do dumb shitTo determine, habitually, if you should've stayed homeTo laugh at an eavesdropped … Continue reading To travel
Fever
Cooking with its therapeutic unbuttoning of tightly drawn days. And art—with its anything but. And art—when understanding fails. And art—for you need a little madness. A dash, a pinch, a spill. Madness makes art pure. It can't be learned. Can't be taught. It's a dissolution of everything you never knew. Making art is the what-happens-after-death … Continue reading Fever