An archive of my writings and a place for my writing experiments and projects.
Monday, 7 September 2026
Black Text
Wednesday, 2 September 2026
Kachra Peti
Tuesday, 1 September 2026
For Goody Two Shoes
Wednesday, 22 July 2026
Gorakhdhandha
Friday, 17 July 2026
Shitshow Broadway
Thursday, 16 July 2026
Pipe Dream
Wednesday, 15 July 2026
Chaingang
Satyagraha
Tuesday, 14 July 2026
Snowpiercing
Monday, 13 July 2026
Hard Pass
Sunday, 12 July 2026
Batshit Forensics
Daas Hound
Saturday, 11 July 2026
Imperial March
My writing journey started in late 2000s and I started writing blogs and short stories by early 2000s. I had a worldview back then, like trust in the government, in the United Nations in scientific research and publications which as life unfolded ended up getting eroded. I realised that the government is just an arm of the rich, United Nations is useless and a lot of scientific research is hogwash except the researches funded by private players. Back in the day, in early 2010s, I wanted to be physician-writer, majorly a fiction writer but I also wrote blogs and had interest in writing comics and had a plan for an adventure novel. I am a physician and I write so I am kind of a physician-writer but tags don't matter to me. I wanted to write something useful, warm and truthful and so I try to do that. The world is too vast to make sense of it but we can make sense of the common threads running in the world, find out the essence of things and make sense of the bottom line. I have genres that I gravitate towards, like noir, a little bit of transgressive fiction, science fiction and cosmic horror. Though, depending on the genre, I mostly seek to imbibe warmth and truth in my stories. When one is writing there are doubts, like whether one is doing the right thing. Like when I wanted to write a space opera I felt if I was doing the write thing and frankly there is no solution to this problem like while writing a cyberpunk story in India one realises that no one else has written a cyberpunk stories, or if any very few, and one feels as if they are breaking some rule but the truth is that what the heart wants to write it wants to write. The comics industry of this country has collapsed for the most part and I frankly do not know if it is ever going to recover. The novels for the most part are boring. So a reader has to naturally look outside the country for good reads, again access to which is gatekept. Due to my cognitive and time limitations, I decided to indulge in flash fiction instead of short stories or novels and I also write blogs, quite a bit on deep politics of the country, and a bit of prose poetry. A writer writes for readers which again are hard to come by in the present politico-socioeconomic situation of this country though it’s good that I mainly write as a hobby and for personal creative pleasure. Since the early 2010s I switched many blogs and tried various things but ultimately I settled down after finding a stable vibe that suits my taste and now write on a bunch of blogs and in a bunch of genres. I see foreign writers especially the American ones who still publish, though then I look at places like the middle east where writers are rare and if they aren’t they aren’t popular enough to reach me. India for that matter is America from outside and the middle-east from inside the dictatorship and totalitarianism is embodied and so it’s hard thinking out of the box, like writing a space opera of an Indian setting.
Friday, 10 July 2026
Bukka Reddy Republic
To Each His Own North Korea
Thursday, 9 July 2026
Raka Ka Aatank
Roshogolla
Hodge Podge
Wednesday, 8 July 2026
Adhikari
Tuesday, 7 July 2026
Boiler Room
Competent Authority
You imagine a girl painting a picture of you as Tyler Durden from fight club. A pizza delivery boy goes to deliver a pizza at a whorehouse. ...
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Jay thrashed his fingers across the strings of his bass guitar, the basis notes reverberating through the dimly lit club. The cr...
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Is life beautiful? Well it depends. Is the world beautiful? Again, it depends. The earth though is beautiful and there is no doubt about tha...
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He saw his result and closed his eyes. He felt like his head is swirling around in circles. He had never expected that from himself but now ...