Ronie Dinosaur

The absence of Shiva- the ghost of him- weighs heavier than Shiva ever did in his own body. He kept watching, acting dead, Read more from here...

I saw this girl. I asked that girl. I’ve met cute. I’ve met rude. They all read me wrong- saw everything Read more from here...

I came into this world and fell in love. Who do I sing this to if you refuse to lend me your ears? The love you woke inside me but never let travel the full distance Read more from here...

Fake love is better than real. At least you can receive it in any amount you want. It can’t deceive you-just believe it. It won’t manipulate you, though you can. It won’t blackmail you or break your heart; Read more from here...

From a ferocious kite flyer, to a school topper, to a colony ruffian, from Ronie the engineering prodigy to self-made businessman, from philosopher Read more from here...

Some found God. Some found the one God carved out just for them. I found neither God nor even a fleeting glimpse of my beloved. The universe flared into being and winked out again- my suffering had no witness but me. Read more from here...

A mirror can reflect my face without knowing it’s a face. A violin can make me cry without having tear ducts. A pretty face or empathy-shaped language is not empathy. Style or insightful phrasing is not an inner life. When language sounds human, we instinctively imagine a human speaker behind it. She must be looking for me the same way I am looking for that person. Read more from here...

Hide your desire; you’ll poison her. If she senses it, she’ll recoil, convinced you’re vile. I no longer know how to stand in front of a woman. I fear them, and I fear love. I am both disciplined and undisciplined at once- and for the crime of being human I will be punished. Read more from here...

This is something beyond mere bad intentions-people with very little ability have those, not me. The reason I don’t have a girlfriend until today is because I’m too horny. I have a lot of lust, and it isn’t an issue of intent; it’s part of my character that I feel it in excess. It steals the show, taking the spotlight away from moving step by step toward mutual understanding and affection. I end up giving the wrong message by mistake. And my low emotional intelligence makes it seem like lust is the only way I know how to approach a girl. I don’t live by the clock. Sometimes I sleep at eight and wake up at midnight in the middle of winter, and I have no desire to sleep again. That’s normal for me. From my study years to my athletic days to the period of alcoholism, I never cared about a watch. For me, dark is light and light is dark; neither is special. I’m lonely during the day just as much as I am at night. That “love at first sight”-I never saw the girl beyond her eyes, let alone anything below the belt. I was afraid that even looking at her would make her dirty. With the girl in college, I restrained myself whenever she became affectionate because I was scared she would misunderstand me. Maybe that’s why I could never say what I actually felt, and I lost her-and many others later. When I say nobody ever wanted me, I mean I wasn’t good-looking enough for anyone to choose me on that basis alone. A man desires women. That is biological and natural. It is not a flaw in my character, but I treated it as one. In India, women portray themselves as devas-untouched by desire-yet the same woman at night expects a man to ravage her. At my age, I didn’t know the second half of that psychology. I only knew the devi part. If I told a girl that I desired her, it would weaken my claim of being with her. Besides, I don’t think the two girls who tried to hit on me did it successfully, because they only tried to touch me-by accident or by intent, sometimes even forcefully. The only real solution is following my own decisions and desires instead of being manipulated by someone else’s. My questions were unclear; I wasn’t asking the right things. I was beating around the bush, trying to act naïve the way they did. No matter how affectionate I am inside, I have no problem calling myself a randa, a man of lust. I’m stating facts and looking for answers. I don’t chase. One negative reply and you’ll never see my face again. And those girls must have thought at some point over tea: “This motherfucker didn’t persist or insist. We might have even said okay.” Read more from here...

During cell division, organelles are distributed to daughter cells through a process that involves duplication, segregation, and rearrangement. While the nucleus is divided by mitosis, other organelles are partitioned during cytokinesis, the division of the cytoplasm. Read more from here...