- Bombay, Bombay, India
- December 31
- Icy Highs is the writerly alter ego of Tharun James Jimani, author of 90s pop culture novel, 'Cough Syrup Surrealism' (Fingerprint! Publishing, 2013).
He has lived in Chennai, Glasgow, Dusseldorf, London and Singapore over the last twelve years, and is- in Animal Planet parlance- a 'serial immigrant', and averse to nesting. He writes to keep the moss from gathering.
MY RECENT POSTS
- With A Little Help From My
June 28, 2014 10:46AM
- Something Corporate
April 22, 2014 03:18AM
- I Fought The Law (And The Law
March 16, 2014 08:25AM
- Bringing Up Uncle
March 03, 2014 02:43AM
- What would Fatboy do?
January 29, 2014 10:35AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “JMac & Keiko: thanks
for reading, guys.”
June 29, 2014 04:46AM
- “i agree. it's a bitch,
not being able to lock our
like the good old
June 28, 2014 01:48PM
- “"I am so full of
(lasting between 90
April 25, 2014 06:18AM
- “JLSathre: The revolution
is round the corner!”
April 23, 2014 02:59AM
- “Phyllis: Wine coolers in
purses never went out of
did it? I think
April 23, 2014 02:36AM
- MY LINKS
I took a deep breath and steadied myself against the desk as Fatboy's face finally appeared on the screen.
"I would just like to know," he said, "what was urgent enough for me to have to come on Skype. It's 8 in the morning here.Hey, nice haircut man."
"We reach school at… Read full post »
When I first watched Cinema Paradiso as a ten year old boy, this much was clear: much like the chosen savior of a clan here, a princess there in the many martial arts movies that populated my VHS collection, I would have to save Cinema. Not in terms of making good/… Read full post »
I’ve always taken my uncling responsibilities seriously. Even before my little nephew was born, this much was clear to me: growing up, I didn’t have an elder male figure I could depend on to bail me out of trouble, or even to show me the ropes to basic adult stuff like shaving i/… Read full post »
Fatboy is always telling me to go easy on myself.
cigarettes. And coke. He's also the only person
in the world who has consistently and blindly held onto the notion
that there is some amount- however small- of goodness in me.
Anyway, because Fatboy is always chanting self-help plat/… Read full post »
We've seen this one before: the story arc, the characters, most of the setting, even the visual treatment. Despite which the directorial debut of Nat Faxon and Jim Rash (the scriptwriter duo behind the equally we've-seen-this-all-before Descendants), The Way Way Back (2013/… Read full post »
Ok, first things first: The Wolf is no Gecko.
Does it glorify the stockbroking trade and its many ruthless miscreants? Not really, because it tells us very little about what exactly they did that was so wrong, other than make unholy amounts of money and spend it on hookers and midget-ball a/… Read full post »
Ever a sucker for a good old-fashioned Bollywood romance, I was probably more thrilled than the newly-weds themselves when my childhood friend and his college girlfriend pulled off the star-crossed wedding of the century. Parents were threatened with suicide and fasts-unto-death a/
It was probably my fault. In a moment of weakness, brought on by a severely late night that I could have avoided and sheer physical inability to face the day before the sun had started its mournful descend down the clock, I found myself boarding a KSRTC Super Fast… Read full post »
Without the necessary precautions, it's the sort of thing that could happen to anybody, but you somehow never imagine it could happen to you. Blissfully in denial, I ignored the obvious symptoms for the first couple of days: the tell-tale sting, the burning sensation, the constant itching. It's/… Read full post »
Few things intimidate me like the sight of a blank page. That probably sounds like the kind of thing you'd expect a writer to say. But that's not the sort of thing I'm talking about: I'm literally terrified of blank pages. I keep thinking they'll rise up from the spines of books… Read full post »
In an austerity bid that would have made Obama proud, I cut down on some frills last month and cancelled cable, internet, my subscription to The Hindu newspaper, and pretty much all social commitments that involved leaving the house. The last part naturally necessitated some maneuvering, so as t/… Read full post »
See my little nephew and I, we're practically peas in a pod. The little guy is all me, it must be like genetic or something- and I don't mean manic depressive or creepily-silent-around-women. I mean the curiosity, the wonder, the non-stop questions, the frequency of hair gel-induced di… Read full post »
We both know, that if last night had happened a few weeks ago, or days even, maybe, I would not be bent over my laptop right now, coaxing words out of keys that don't love me anymore. No, I'd probably still be asleep, to put it charitably- 'unconscious' is how they… Read full post »
The 'pop culture surrogate' is a great human tradition that dates back to the very beginning of time, when a heartbroken, recently-dumped caveman gingerly stepped up to the wall and doodled a pair of breasts significantly bigger than the ones he had been in close contact with until recently. Over… Read full post »
The Mothership, hardcore Mallu that she is, has a tendency to assume the worst about North Indians- or as we call them in private, 'Hindi people'. Her definition of 'Hindi people' is a wide, sweeping, arc that covers just about every inch of the country north of Bangalore. Naturally, she wa/… Read full post »
This time, I’m mad. I’ve had enough. This would be the third guy in just the last couple of hours. And they were all a certain type, too: skin like leather, topis so colourful they could be flags, a lilt in their tones that evoked in the listener’s mind images of story-tellers/… Read full post »
Countless years ago, on a fairly mundane but ominous-in-retrospect Thursday evening on the eve of my seventh birthday, my father had The Conversation that all Mallu Dads must at some point, usually on the eve of their son’s seventh birthday, have with their male progeny. “Son,&r… Read full post »
When Girlfriend and I set off on a trek around Kasol a day after my book launch, the rules were clear: personal hygiene would be a personal choice. No judgments would be made, no snide comments would be passed and we would spend our days in sun-soaked, rain-drenched Himalayan hermitage in… Read full post »
So I've been threatening to publish my novel for a while now. I'm glad to tell you my baby's finally got a face, and a release date. And a Facebook page, because nothing screams AUTHENTIC more than a Facebook page, right? The cover's below, and here's the link to the page:… Read full post »
The wonderful Songs of my Life is looking for music lovers to tell them about their three favourite songs. Here are mine:
NIRVANA – HERE SHE COMES NOW
Released in 1991 as a split single feat. Nirvana and The Melvins covering the Velvet Underground’s ‘Here She… Read full post »
"No, of course I'm not bored," I assured her, "just thought you may want to try something new. You're what, 25? Live a little!"
''Oh I know it's not like there's nothing left to try," she said, "I even have a list. It's not that. I'm just not that interested in theatre or...… Read full post »