The Wooden Elephant

A tiny little story of mine, titled “The Wooden Elephant”, appeared in the April 2015 issue (Vol. 8, No. 1) of the print journal Flash: the International Short-Short Story Magazine, published from The University of Chester, UK. Interestingly enough, Flash accepts only stories of 360 words or less! It was quite a challenge to tailor the word count to fit that demand. In the meantime, it’s my first print publication from outside the country.

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Desire in Three Vignettes

It’s been a long while indeed since I blogged. What with teaching, correcting papers and assignments, calculating attendance and internal marks, and the unending travails of writing a PhD dissertation, writing and blogging has taken a backseat. This is a poem written a couple of years ago, which got published in the September 2015 issue of Spark the Magazine. I am especially happy about the to-and-fro I had with editor Anupama Krishnakumar in a series of mails in which we discussed the process behind the writing of the poem!

A poem in Red River Review

A poem I wrote in 2008 or 2009, titled “In the Edit Suite“, has been published in Red River Review.

This was a time when I was rather overawed by technology. In the final semester of my Masters in English, I took an optional course from the department of Communication in which we were divided into groups and required to produce a 20-second Public Service Announcement video. I still remember sitting in the editing studio with my work partner, an easygoing chap from the Communication dept who was mostly self-taught in computers and the bewildering array of equipment that is the pride of media departments everywhere. Every time I diffidently asked him, “Can we do this? Can we do that? Can we divide the screen into four images?” or other such inanities, he would wave a hand with a seraphic smile and say, “We can do anything.” Afterwards, my one-year stint in publishing opened my eyes to the possibilities of editing software like Photoshop, and I had spent endless hours negotiating where the text should meet the illustrations. These possibilities were the stuff that metaphors were made of. And anyway, I love mixing myself a nice cocktail of metaphors!