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Twory: Just friends

They RTed & DMed like crazy.
They even read the other’s blogs.

Then Facebook told him he was invited to ‘Happy Rakhi!’.
So he hit #unfollow.


राखी (Photo credit: Meanest Indian)

*Inspired by this tweet.

** This unlike previous Twories is actually 140 characters and not 140 words. Perhaps it qualifies as Twiction instead.

Twory: The Gun Is Mightier Than The Pen

A Twory and a smile for Adi.


“I’m reading match updates on effing Twitter, man. It’s mortifying!”

“Use your press card, idiot!”

“That’ll work here?”

His slowness was grating but I had to act fast. We had half an hour.

“The pen is mightier and all that. Nothing will keep us out.”

I hung up and pulled on my favorite team’s tee-shirt. But just as I turned to the mirror, a splash of water cascaded over me.

“Sorry daddy…I bumped into the wall.”

My darling terror was looking up at me, woebegone. Holi was a discarded calendar page in most homes but mine. Sheena had not gotten over the delights of the pichkari as yet.

I looked down at my clothes. A bright orange blob was soaking through my blue tee-shirt and sticking to my chest.

A matching drop dripped off the plastic gun in her hands.

Twory: Twocial Etiquette

And this is Kunal.”

Are you on Twitter?

Yes, I’m @c00nal.

I don’t think I FOLLOW you.

I don’t follow you either.

Kunal frowns as he turns to the Hot Dog stand.

I think I hurt his ego a bit.

You just met!

Social boo-boo, telling someone you don’t follow them on Twitter.

What rubbish, nobody cares about these things.

Some people do. Maybe he’s one of them. Shit, I blew it.

Shh, he’s back. Ice-creams? Isn’t that too…I don’t know…something?

Ice-cream is cool.

Or maybe it’s c00nal.

No, this is c00nal.

He says, holding out a spoon with a bit of ice-cream stuck to it. It’s green, not an appealing shade for food, she thinks.

Ooh, you got her an ice-cream, c00nal?

A bite-sized version.

He grins.

A twitterized ice-cream.

She replies, smiling back as she takes the spoon.


* Also posted at Social Mantra.

Twory: Equal Sins

Another writing exercise and this one I thought up myself! (Pat on the back…thank you, thank you). The challenge was to write a 140-word story about Twitter. Samir and I did this under a timer. And finished in close to 14 minutes. I call this a twory.


An 80s song went,

“The instant generation….Instant food, instant love.”

They didn’t know half of it, thought Sanjana. The Internet hadn’t even been around then. They didn’t have Twitter, that two-edged boon that make it permissible to follow somebody.

But was stalking allowed? Her eyes darted about before returning to her screen. Email hacking was passé. His Twitter account lay open to her. With only a moment’s hesitation, she clicked on ‘Direct Messages’. Even her suspicions hadn’t prepared her for what she saw. A screen full of naughty messages, bordering on risqué. That much she had expected, even if the numbers shocked her a bit.

She only didn’t expect to see a row of male faces.

She forced down a wave of nausea and logged out. A few clicks later, she finally took the drastic step as she hit UNFOLLOW.


* Also posted at Social Mantra.

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