rant

coming back home from work at 10 p.m. after correcting shitty ad copies all day and then getting down to writing my column before dealing with legal issues of various sorts is not something i’d expected to be dealing with by the time i hit 28. and even though i hardly get to see the…

tau- an attempt at a webcomic

    boys and girls, meet tau. just another random, friendly alien. work in progress, the smudges and blurs will be gone with time. hopefully. ps- staedtler is one bigass liar. they;d told me the pens would be waterproof. of course, they weren’t. meh.

overreaction

in all probability i am overreacting, but sneak peak right next to appupen’s name is slightly startling. sneak peak. most will argue that whatever “feels right” is acceptable in 2014. but considering that it is a book-sale come book-preview, the least they could do is proof-read their poster. unless they really, really meant “sneak peak”, which…

teachers

miss khan was perhaps the most intriguing creature to walk down the marbled corridors of the prissy girls’ school. the daughter of a wealthy nawab, she hadn’t taken up the job because she needed it to establish her independence- like most teachers she shared the staff-room with. she hadn’t taken up her job because she was…

jerking off to “bongs”

jerking off to bongs- male or female- has become quite the cool thing to do these days. over the months, i have come to the conclusion that i am one of those very, very few bengalis on the interwebz who hates the “omg! look bongs are so special” posts. every single time i have aired my opinions about…

okay! cupid!

i love the internet. i really do. what i especially like about the internet is the fact that it allows me to communicate with people so easily. something that i am rather incapable of doing in real life. with social awkwardness always being an integral part of my existence, the adulation and stable relationships the…

the (un)importance of being a vagina

i first encountered the vagina monologues when i spent two months in mumbai, trying to get accustomed to a college life there.  like every other 17 year old, who grows up reading atwood and romanticizing frida, i was thrilled to be a part of the production. i distinctly remember agreeing to act in the play…

lolwhut

seven thousand views on a blog post in a matter of just three days. and all for a post that was written out of sheer hatred for the “date a thing that breathes” type of posts that makes my skin crawl, AND makes me want to choke on my own sick and gradually drown in…

date a girl who smokes pot

because if you do, you will never have to deal with the horror of her writing 500 word long articles about the kinds of people you should or should not date. the kinds of people you should or should not have sex with and the kinds of people you should or should not hang out…