Took a recorder into DC for Obama's big day. Craziness...

We just broke through a bus caravan on G Street. We're like locusts, you can't hold us down.

I've never seen so many people on a Metro train, heard so many boos for an outgoing president, felt so cold and yet so warm. If you couldn't be there in person, this one's for you. Headphones advised. Listen here.

Also, Patrick was there and took some great photos.

Labels: audio, urban

How do you spend recess if you don't want to play kickball?

There are exactly two nylon sacks. Balls in the right sack. And jump ropes in the left. This is a choice that has already been made for Kabir.

Poor Kabir. Jump though he may, he gets "roped" back into the kickball game. Does he overreact? You decide. Hear the whole story.

A bit of fiction for the new year, set to Prashanti by Ravi Shankar. I originally wrote this piece for a open mic in DC last month organized by the peerless Regie Cabico.

Labels: audio, childhood, desi, fiction