Yeah, I know – so I’ll skip directly to the good news. 42 Quirks will now be a magazine-style blog. After the declaration, come the details. 42 Quirks has been my home on the web for a long time now. The blog has seen a lot of changes since it
(Thanks to hummingcrow@Flickr for the original pic [http://www.flickr.com/photos/hummingcrow/2228976794/]! Remixed using BeFunky [http://www.befunky.com/gallery/shrikant/939810].) Finally, posting the (grand?) finale!! I suggest, you read 24 & Dead – Part 1 [http://blog.42quirks.com/24-dead-part-i/] & 24 & Dead – Part II
(Thanks to hummingcrow@Flickr for the original pic [http://www.flickr.com/photos/hummingcrow/2228976794/]! Remixed using BeFunky [http://www.befunky.com/gallery/shrikant/939810].) —— As promised, here’s the part 2/3 of “24 & Dead.” On time. :) I suggest, you read “24 & Dead – Part I [http://blog.
(Thanks to hummingcrow@Flickr for the original pic [http://www.flickr.com/photos/hummingcrow/2228976794/]! Remixed using BeFunky [http://www.befunky.com/gallery/shrikant/939810].) —– I have realized that I need to write my stories in one sitting. Whenever I take a break, it also breaks the flow of thought,
“Why do you hate the rains so much?” She was sitting near the window, cradling a cup of steaming, hot coffee, with her legs pulled up. He was sitting up on the bed, papers strewn all around him. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes – hard to resist. “I
He hated the rain. “Rains are good. Rains wash away everything – from dirt stains, to heart pains,” she said. And he smiled. She had this knack of coming up with such gems every now and then. One time she’d said, “I think there’s no free will. We always
(Pic Credit: “I dream of liberty [http://www.flickr.com/photos/11357411@N03/2333471790/]” by snickwas@Flickr) —– Can a Hindi Film win an Oscar? No. I am not talking about the Foreign Language category. I am talking about the Best Film category – the category in which Slumdog Millionaire won the
He stood out among the crowd. He was alone. The other kids are having a field day in the park. They run, scream, yell, fall, bawl, and are picked up and soothed by their parents. He simply stands alone on one side and looks at them with a wan smile
The story so far: Aw, what the heck! Read [http://blog.42quirks.com/saving-the-world-part-1/] it [http://blog.42quirks.com/saving-the-world-part-2/] up [http://blog.42quirks.com/saving-the-world-part-3/]! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I saw a sly smile on my face. (This confusion of pronouns is really getting to me now.) “What makes you think there’
The Story So Far: I am returning home from work and encounter disembodied humanoid voices. When I ask them (boldly) to appear in front of me, they do. And I scream. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was me. No, no. I mean I was standing here and then I was standing there. And
The story so far: On my way back home, I encounter disembodied voices. Takes me a while to actually figure out they are disembodied. But when I do, I freak out. The story continues… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Very slowly, I started to back out, throwing occasional glances all around, trying to ascertain
Did I tell you about the time when I saved the world? No, really. I did. It happened like this. I was on my way home after a long day’s work. And I was really looking forward to some R & R, mindless channel surfing on the telly coupled