“Wham, Bam, Is that it?”

By |December 30th, 2008|

419 scammers are just no fun anymore.

I’d like to blame this on the global down-turn or something I could throw shoes at, but it could […]

Boxing Day 2008

By |December 26th, 2008|

It’s not that it’s become easier to forget,

Only that it’s no longer so hard to remember.


A Christmas Carol or a title less cliché

By |December 25th, 2008|

Deck the malls with boughs of folly.

Fa la la la la at the red robot;
some crismas for me meddem?
hungry boy don’t do crime.
And you got […]

I’ll eventually grow into it

By |December 23rd, 2008|

It happened just after my eyes fell on the notice stuck to one of the walls at Khan’s Butchery.

“Ready fried onions. Perfect for vagaars and biryanis. Don’t be fooled by imitations”.


I want you to love her…

By |December 18th, 2008|

…and thank the Almighty you did not emerge from her.


A brief intro to Basheer

By |December 14th, 2008|

(An unedited excerpt from “The daughter of no one famous”)

Under the grey fleece of sunset, the muezzin called out for Maghrib.
She hated this time of day. It was lead on her brain, oppressive and dim.



By |December 11th, 2008|

It’s not that I
don’t want you.
Almighty Forbid.
May that not be taken for prayer.
It’s just that
I don’t want you
right just now.
If I were having
guests over for […]

Not quite the lolsheep. Eid Mubarak.

By |December 7th, 2008|

Some meh offerings, I couldn’t quite channel the inspiration right.


Blotting paper

By |December 6th, 2008|

Its brand story is an inspired conception; a narrative crafted to knead and unknot that part of the consumer's brain responsible for decision-making. So as someone who once studied that kind of thing to pass a few exams, I know that Hemingway and Picasso didn't actually soak up their genius-vomit with the same oilskin-bound acid-free papers I see in Exclusive Books and hear with angel-song accompaniment.