LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF ALIENMAN


LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF ALIENMAN I, Vismay Harani (more popularly known as Alienman!) aged 20 years (occupation: – ……………..let’s talk about this later) hereby write my final will. Any wills written previously are revoked under the soon to be defunct laws of Government of India. I am writing this will freely and under no […]

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Loser Writers’ Association


Good Morning all, It might suffice to say, I lost one more of those competitions and hence am writing this post so that I may be able to release my pent up frustration that had (for a moment at least!) forced me to hang myself with the noose carved from the literary thrash that I […]

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Up against the Wal (mart)!!


Dear Mr. Common Man (of India!), hear my plea, I know that I am pretty much unwanted in your country, poor me. But I suppose you well know my charms, “Low Prices – always”: rather it be toothbrushes, fancy dresses or fresh grocery from the farms. Maybe Walmart strikes fear in your heart, But let […]

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This Week in News


Oh dear, there are many things that makes the news, The spicy Page-3 gossip or someone’s highly unpalatable views. Rest assured, here is all the stuff that you have unknowingly missed, Which I try to capture in a lyrical gist. A Manmohic Smile has come to play, At the Dalal Street and on Ms. Gandhi’s […]

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I am the P.M.


Hear, Hear My Friends, My Citizens My Countrymen, My constituents. A Tale of Tragedy, I speak of, Of Drama, Money Crunching and Rancor. Of Shattered Dreams and Broken Limbs, Of Brazen Opposition and a Stuttering Prince, Even of the Anna’s Aanshan, where you throng, I speak it all in this telltale song. Why did I, […]

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Freedom with Fetters


Fettered am I to this land, Which lets me squat when I get tired of roaming its length. Fettered am I to the Constitution, Which at least lets me breath in between tightening the noose around my neck. Fettered am I to my leaders (politicians), Who let me curse them when I want to release […]

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Bella, oh Bella!!!!!


Oh dear, my love is NOT like a red, red rose, No dear, I cannot bear the tantrum that she throws. With a thousand thorns wedged inside my undead heart, In another man’s arm, off she departs. Without a care or a goddamn concern, For my colgate-white fangs and my face that glistens in sun. […]

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