Not the cat.... You know this, already. No cats allowed at SloWord. This one is dedicated to actual socks, the things you wear on your feet. Like this one. Contrary to what you may be thinking, I am perfectly sane. Socks are mysterious creatures. They are prone to a half-life without the means of radioactivity. … Continue reading Socks
Since I hear no clamor from publishers wanting to publish anything written by me, I have decided to publish my "poetry" here. I suspect it will make them look quite silly. That is, if this blog is on their reading list. Most of these lines appeared as throwaways on assorted Facebook groups. When you read … Continue reading An Anthology of Personal Poetry
You already know that I was born. "Well, duh!", you say, "how else would you be writing this rubbish?" Yes, your head is screwed on right and all those wires and things are mostly connected right. However, the mere fact that you're still continuing to read this means that all is not well. I mean, … Continue reading Zero to Six in Five and a Bit Minutes.
When Tarun announced he was getting married, we were living in Lake Gardens, in the flat made famous by The Cantankerous Cat. This was the ground floor apartment where we dealt with Nosy Neighbours, Peeping Toms and performed Midnight Cooking Rituals to the consternation of our neighbours. Yes, that one. Tarun was in school with … Continue reading Tarun and Kavita
Thank the American God it's over. What we have now is One Nation Under God. It says so, right there, see? United States. United. Capital U. How can it be anything but united? Small u. Four years ago, I wrote an article about the US Elections. I said racism had a major part to play. … Continue reading My ( final) Thoughts on Elections 2016
I started off by writing a major told-you-so post about #Trump and #Elections2016. Wanna read what I wrote? Head over to the bottom of this post. I'll put it there in italics. Not that it matters. We can only look ahead now. No use, as no one in my family used to say, whining because … Continue reading A Post About ME
Please read Gas Toast - Part 1 first. This is the easy part of the recipe. I kid you not. Completely true. We're getting into the really hard part of the recipe. Equipment: Gas - If you don't have a gas line and a stove that uses the gas coming from the gas line, you'll have … Continue reading Gas Toast – Part 2
It has been a while since I wrote a recipe. Now, I know, I know, you still haven't got over the fact that it took you 890 words to get to the actual chicken kebab recipe and it is 2 hours of your life you won't get back. What? It doesn't take you 2 hours … Continue reading Gas Toast – Part 1.
As you may remember, most of you very carefully and diligently ignored the First Annual Birthmonth Festival. Now here is your chance to do so again. Yes, there is a difference. The last time around your indifference lasted a whole month. This time around, given that the world's collective attention span is shorter than Trump's fingers, … Continue reading The Second Annual Birthmonth Festival
One day, Little Red Writer decided to write poetry. Now, poetry is very hard to do. Little Red Writer was little and unschooled. He had some words in his bag and he wanted to show his words to his granny, Facebook. Little Red Writer knew that poetry has rules. These are to be followed and sometimes broken. … Continue reading Little Red Writer – 1