The Painting Pen – Bottoms Up (Polarity II)

Polarity – II The CEO was happy beyond his faculties of expression. He, along with the two other gentlemen of the executive management who joined him for dinner tonight will soon be directly responsible for making their organization the biggest advertising firm in the country. The news will be out only next week after the…

The Painting Pen – Connections

Connections. It was two in the afternoon when she woke up from her sleep. Her doorbell chirped. She opened the door to receive a package. When she shut the door, he grinned. The opportunity to lay eyes on such beautiful women was always a perk to his part time job, he thought to himself. He…

Even when I had nothing, I had Linkin Park

I’m gonna go on a rant about my most favorite band – Linkin Park. The title is spin on a quote (an embarrassingly cheesy one at that) from Captain America – Winter Soldier : “Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky”… Sheesh! (Cheese! ) ___ Linkin Park has been my best companion throughout my…

The Painting Pen – The Tempting Lust

I’ve seen you cross my desk many times before, and I’ve always wanted the chance to get to know you better. But today, you’re right next to my desk. And it’s making me lose my mind.  I know I can’t think like that about you. I know it would be wrong on so many levels…

Goodbye, Orkut!

In the beginning, there was a world which was so separated, people hardly communicated with each other and it took immense effort to even consider communications across boundaries. And then came Orkut. Breaking all boundaries, bringing people together. Well okay. I wanted a dramatic entrance to the posts. Though IMO, technically, MySpace and other sites…

The Painting Pen – Bloodlust

Minnie’s arms and feet were sore from being tied for hours together. Her throat went dry from all the screaming. But she knew nothing would help her now. If only she could go back in time and undo her mistake, she could have saved herself from this. She could still have saved him. No! She…

The Painting Pen – The Gunslinger

Pre.S: This is kind of a new concept I tried here. “Writing to a Music” I was listening to a Yogi B song here. Headphones plugged in and the world plugged out, the below narrative was inspired purely by the music. ______ The Convertible’s tyres screeched loudly as the Red Cardillac drifted its way into…

The Painting Pen – The Primrose Smile

11:35 PM – I pinged my client SME over Lync. “Yes, that would be where the prblem is. I will have my development team fix the problem first thing tomorrow morning and the fix will be deployed to the users before their start of business tomorrow.” 11:36 PM – Ivan (the client SME) – “That…

The Tub of Looney

    The Day was April 31st, 1938. The rabbit was taking a bath in his bathtub around the corner of his apartment. He kept yodelling loudly, just as he always did when he applied soap upon himself. The bubbles covered him all over, even those big eyes and long ears, so he was groping around for…

The Painting Pen – 3… 2… 1…

The Children’s Park of Mylapore, Chennai was bustling in its usual colors that Sunday evening. With the Independence Day celebrations right around the corner, the inter-colony sports tournaments were at their most hectic schedule. On one corner of the park was the Cricket tournament finals between Vijaya Colony and Sriram Nagar. This year’s favorites were…

The Painting Pen – “How Dare You?!”

It was already 11:30 PM and Suresh was still 110 KM away from Chennai. The so called Express bus closing the distance at 80 KMPH wasn’t fast enough for him. He glanced at his Nokia again in utter disbelief. The text message carried one single word in it– “Tomorrow”. He began to feel restless at…

The Painting Pen – The Voice of the Beheld

I walked all the way up to the bus stop today, because I didn’t want my mood to be wrecked this early in the morning. Which is also why, I decided to dress to my best today. Of course, a formal turquoise saree might not exactly spell grandeur, but I was aiming for at least…