• Comedy - English

    Meter Down, Morale Down

    Rishi Mukherjee Part 1: The Booking Blunder Sayan Roy was many things—a decent copywriter, a loyal consumer of roadside egg rolls, and a devoted user of cab apps. What he was not, however, was punctual. This particular Tuesday morning in Kolkata was no different. The clock on his wall blinked a smug 8:42 AM as he fumbled with his half-burnt toast, a tangled earphone, and a sock that had somehow disappeared from the pair. He had precisely eighteen minutes to get from his modest flat in Behala to his office in Salt Lake Sector V—a journey that even astronauts would…

  • English - Fiction

    Dilli 6.5

    Ankur Kaur Part 1: The Bag That Wouldn’t Leave The morning sun rose over Old Delhi with the usual chorus of honks, hawkers, and the sizzle of parathas on the tawa. In a narrow bylane of Chawri Bazaar, where every house shared its secrets through the cracks in their walls, the Khurana family was preparing for an exodus. Not the biblical kind. More like the modern middle-class one—from chaos to “development,” from pigeons to peacocks, from Dilli 6 to Gurgaon. Mrs. Saroj Khurana stood in the middle of the living room, hands on hips, commanding like a general. “Harpreet! Don’t…

  • English - Comedy

    Mic Drop Madness

    Ravi Venkatesh Part 1: The Open Mic War Begins In the buzzing alleys of Bangalore, where biryani is a second religion and tech startups bloom faster than rain-soaked mushrooms, something curious had taken root—stand-up poetry. Not quite comedy, not quite theatre, and certainly not for the faint of vocabulary. By 2025, it had morphed into a strange new beast. Think Netflix drama meets spoken word, with a dash of ego and cappuccino foam. Two open mic venues had risen to cult status—Café Metaphor in Indiranagar, and Rhyme & Roast in Koramangala. Each claimed poetic supremacy. Their Instagram reels were savage.…

  • Comedy - English

    Flatmates and Other Natural Disasters

    Aarav Malik The Flatmate Interview from Hell Neil Patel had never considered himself particularly unlucky. He had a stable job, a reliable (if slightly moldy) flat in West London, and a wardrobe that was ninety percent navy blue. But when his longtime flatmate Raj moved out—citing “creative differences” after one too many passive-aggressive notes about unwashed dishes—Neil found himself diving headfirst into a living nightmare: interviewing strangers from the internet. It began on a Tuesday. Neil had placed a straightforward ad on a flatmate website. No smokers, no party animals, no pets that bark, bite, or recite Sanskrit. Just a…