Author: The Wordeyar

I wonder if I should maintain the mystery around my name – A name I came upon by accident. A reference perhaps to a bygone era, where the Wodeyar kings ruled over much of what is today Bangalore. Ironically, I’m no relation to them. In fact I’m not even from their principality. But the name perhaps struck a chord somewhere. As for me, I’m but a simple sailor, who dreams about coming home to the people I love; Who perhaps has a tiny gift of articulating those dreams and thoughts on paper.m; And who is perhaps a little lost at sea. And for the time being, I should perhaps refrain from saying more (At least that’s what my editor says). So I guess I’ll be seeing you around then. Take care… And Cheers.

Goldust

Isn’t counting, one of the first things that we’re taught as children? Imagine a little child, who’s perhaps 3 years old. Imagine his wonder and innocence as he finds his way in this world. Imagine him in the midst of a small crowd of dear ones, being urged on by a doting mother to put on a show for […]

The Seconds

I can hear the ticking of the clock in my tiny cabin on the ship. And when the night brings the eerie quiet to the bustle on board, the ticking, it seems, gains deafening proportions. The gentle hum of the engine, overshadowed by the violent tick of the tiny clock. I wonder why they call this narrow needle, that seems to be the root of all this ruckus, the seconds’ hand. Perhaps it too came “shy of first” in some race […]

Living with a 15 year old

It was the dead of night. A moonless cloudy night with a gentle breeze blowing across the river that had nearly reached the end of its journey to the sea. The bedroom of the house that stood on a cliff overlooking the river was quiet, except for the whooshing of the overhead fan… Oh and […]

The God of Small Things

I haven’t actually read Arundhati Roy’s book. Primarily because a few friends told me that it was too intricate in detailing the nuances of the story. Perhaps the people who told me, got caught in that web of intricacies, finding it impossible to push the story ahead. Or perhaps her descriptions put restrictions on their […]

The Woods

I wonder why people overlook the single most important function of a tree. Don’t worry! This is not another sermon on global warming or deforestation; No sir! I believe the most important function of the tree is to provide the correct obstacle course for the heroine (or the side chick or the random backup dancer or basically just any stick wrapped […]

Fleeting Relationships

You know how being “single” has been the rave the last few years. I suppose “single” took over the mantle from “in a relationship” a few years ago, after the latter enjoyed a really long run at the top. Incidentally “in a relationship” had snatched the top spot from “married” in the 80s, a title […]