Wednesday, May 19, 2010

This and That a.k.a. Why can't I have both?

Speculative (unpublished) campaign for Biso, a multi-cuisine restaurant.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

#VSS Anthology Volume 01

Everyday hundreds of 140-character (or less) stories are posted to Twitter. This is a collection of just a few. # is a hashtag—an identifying marker—allowing users on social networking services to separate out and/or convey certain messages to other users utilizing the same markers. 'VSS' stands for 'very short story'. The #VSS Anthology contains over 150 stories by 37 authors. And I am on Page 26 (willgetback).

Here are the stories if you are too lazy to go there.

1. Starts crash diet. Assassin doesn't recognize.

2. Thugs chase. GPS Specialist takes shortcut.

3. Colour blindness. Traffic Signal. Total blindness.

4. Sappy stories. Never published. Angry letters to the editors demanding
explanation. Published.

5. No suitable match found for rich, handsome, witty, sensitive, clean-shaven Sikh
(* Sikhism as a religion forbids shaving one's facial hair.)

6. City never sleeps. Thief puts himself to sleep.

7. Suspicious stranger offers lift at midnight. Takes the wrong turn. Drops home

8. Once upon a time, there were happy endings in movies, at least.

9. "Rock & Hard Place?"
"You crazy?"
"Devil & Deep Blue Sea?"
"What then? Fire & Frying Pan?"
Scylla & Charybdis were naming their twins.

10. On every page, the autograph book said: I donate all I own to Janet Jones.
Every celebrity laughed when signing.
Who is laughing now?

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Book Review: THE REMAINS OF THE DAY by Kazuo Ishiguro

The best way to court this book is meeting it on a nondescript shelf at a quaint bookstore. You pick it up gently, ignore the blurb and other star-studded comments and start reading it then and there. Pay for it absent-mindedly on your way out and continue reading it till it's over. When this languid journey in an aging butler's mindscape will end, you will close the book with a sigh, a drop of tear and something welling up inside your chest you can't quite name. The author named him Stevens.