Horror Movies with Mukku

Mukku has always been relentless when it comes to watching scary movies. It's like how I sometimes take antihistamines to eat prawns — yes, there are chances of my throat swelling up and me dying. But prawns, yummy. Mukku can't watch a horror movie without freaking out and freaking everyone around her out. But that... Continue Reading →

How to wash dirty linen in public

Getting over with the disclaimer/Previously on the blog...: Pushparajyam Synoptics has been dead since 2016. 2016 was also the year I got married. But no, you nosey fucker. That's not why I stopped writing. 2016 was also the year I started writing at work which made me want to save up all my remaining brain... Continue Reading →

Music and Memory Wormholes

Over the past few years, my fondness for the absence of music grew quite deeper than I anticipated. I do listen to most things that fall behind, between, and beyond Bohemian Rhapsody and My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard. But it's mostly a background process even when there is nothing running in the foreground. Somehow,... Continue Reading →

In Memoriam: The National Museum of Natural History

Every year the Class Teacher would invite articles for the school magazine. For the longest time none of mine were published. Finally, Gingi obliged to write a poem for me. It went like this, I have a puppy She is very chubby Her name is Cutie She is a real beauty Playing with her is a... Continue Reading →

Conversations in the Car

When you belong to a family that keeps road-tripping together all the time (even if it is to the nearby Jockey store), some of the insightful conversations that bring us closer happen in the car. And sometimes, the silent breaks are just as unifying. The Naked Ape The other day, while navigating through Karamana, I... Continue Reading →

Good Old Days

Do you remember the good old days when young(er) adults used to roll their eyes at unsolicited advice? Like when adult-er adults used to remind them that they’re in their twenties or even worse, late twenties, and that they should probably get married, and then went on to give well-intended career tips and pointers. Apparently not,... Continue Reading →

How I Met Your Parents

അമ്മയുടെയും അച്ഛന്റെയും കഥ അവർ പഠിക്കുകയും ഗവേഷണം ചെയ്യുകയും പഠിപ്പിക്കുകയും ചെയ്ത ബോട്ടണി പോലെ തന്നെ നിത്യഹരിതമാണ്. കേരളാ യൂണിവേഴ്സിറ്റി ബോട്ടണി ഡിപാർട്ട്മെന്റ് വരാന്തയിൽ മസ്സിൽ പെരുക്കി നില്ക്കുന്ന അച്ഛനെ ആദ്യമായി കണ്ട്, 'ഇതിയാന്റെ കക്ഷത്തിൽ തേങ്ങയാണോ?', എന്ന് അമ്മ ആശ്ച്ചര്യപ്പെട്ടത്‌ മുതൽ, രണ്ടു മാസം തുടർന്ന കുത്തിവയ്പ് ചികിത്സയ്ക്ക് ശേഷം, 'അയ്യോ! എന്റെ ഒരു ബൈസെപ് കാണാൻ ഇല്ല!', എന്ന് അച്ഛൻ ആശ്ച്ചര്യപ്പെട്ടത്‌ വരെ, ഏകദേശം മുപ്പത്തിയഞ്ചു വർഷം അത് ഇങ്ങനെ പടർന്നു പന്തലിച്ചു കിടക്കുന്നു.... Continue Reading →

Window Creeps, John Pereira, and Gingi

I’ve always been the kind of creep who would stand silently and patiently outside your window, until you look up from the novel you’ve been reading, the dishes you’ve been doing or the horror movie you’ve been watching, so that I can stare blankly at you; an expression I practised and mastered on long evenings when... Continue Reading →

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