When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written. (Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer.) Deepak outside the pastry shop The police van was parked across the road from where the dead body lay as if poised for a quick getaway. There was a lull in activities when I walked into the crime scene; it transpired later that it was the break when everybody awaited the official police photographer. That nameless guy whose thankless work accompanies
Bitch is a life. Posthumous glory is easy – you don’t really work on it. It is something like Hugh Hefner’s last marriage to Playboy Playmate Crystal Harris, 26, when he was 86 – the world knows you have a good thing going but you aren’t really there. Posthumous glory is a sort of karmic correction – we all have a top favourite author whose life didn’t do justice to the misery endured. There might have been some placation in the one good friend or family member with an
Like most things statutory the question too didn’t accomplish much. Aap kya karte ho? What do you do? Asked the agent whom I found on a real estate portal. Even if you say you undertake contract killings, the answer will still be acha. Good. More than eye on your money, this is also the unshakeable, ebullient, die-hard ‘ho jayega’ spirit of Delhi. Can be done. Nothing is impossible because impossible is everything. There is a whole economy that hinges on it – on securing the unobtainable. Issues are created, obstacles
