-
Women’s Day Roast: Same Cigarette | Call Me Unfiltered
Gary Lawyer warned us with a jingle. We hummed the first verse and RSVP'd yes. Same cigarette. Different verdict. A Women's Day roast that doesn't end at 3pm — or on March 8th.
-
Vertical Gap in Relationships: Height vs Depth
He wanted to be written about. I wrote. What remains is the gap between scale and substance, served with whiskey, humour, and no apologies.
-
Cronies Flying Monkeys Manipulation: The Playbook
Manipulators don’t work alone. They recruit cronies, unleash flying monkeys, and turn someone’s empathy into entertainment. Applause does the rest.
-
Ending an Era: A Chapter Closing With Teeth | CallMeUnfiltered
Some endings don’t arrive gently. They tear, repeat, exhaust, and finally force a leaving. This is what it looks like when an era ends without permission.
-
Sleepless Night With Mosquitoes: With Wings
A sleepless night, four mosquitoes, one dog, and the slow realisation that peace is a myth when you are warm, tired, and edible. A comedic essay on insomnia, survival, and being chosen by insects.
-
Memes Replacing Conversation: Choosing Yourself Over Silence
When memes replace conversations, silence becomes the easiest way to avoid showing up. This is about emotional dismissal, quiet endings, and choosing yourself instead.
-
People Who Invite You Then Vanish
He asked me to meet. Coffee, a cigarette, and a third person to keep it safe. Then came the weddings, the parties, and the quiet way people vanish.
-
Mangalore Wedding Baila: Dearest Mangalore, Especially You, Church Hall
From my balcony in Mangalore, wedding baila thumps through the air, every toast, waltz, and forever looping like a badly mixed playlist I never asked for.
-
Coffee Isn’t My Fix. It’s the Ceasefire.
Coffee isn’t my fix. It’s a ceasefire between my nervous system and the day. A sharp, funny essay on mornings, anxiety, cigarettes, and performing stability.
-
Right Side Hinge Gone Rogue: Tom Fords Meet Malice
A rogue right-side hinge has turned my Tom Ford progressive glasses into a lopsided disaster. Lens fine, vision intact, but chaos reigns—Malice in hand.
