The Compulsive Muser

Chuck Palahniuk may not be everyone's cup of  tea. With him , it's obvious what you're about to read has to be gruesome and grotesque in some way or the other. The book opens with the scene, where Mr Tender Branson  is narrating all the melodies that have struck a note in his not so happening and morbid life to a black box of a plane gone out of control. Since all younger sons of the Creedish 'Death Cult' are destined to become house cleaner, half past the book you will be thoroughly entertained with the intricate description of the routine meticulously written in Mr Branson's daily planner. Who even assists people on their already depressed lives and convince then to commit suicide on his infamously running hotline. Story halfway through gets a romantic twist when tender falls deeper into confusion spending time with a psychic woman, who stays committed to him when he takes on the national television to become a media cult. That's when things spiral out of...

It can’t be a worse day in Mumbai when constipation and humidity happen at the same night. I again caution my fussy readers, that further reading can be ‘gross’ for you. Ahhh. The relief mere farting can bring to a jam packed ass.  Anyhow this happens to be another curious event when I took another leisurely trip to the bathroom for evacuation of my bowels. Since I hadn’t developed the habit then to carry reading material in the bathroom unless it wasn’t for a school examination I was more left to my thoughts during the ‘potty times’. Silence, pluck - pluck and flush were the only noises made. And with reference to Shit Chronicles #1 I had made a point leave a last look at the pond before flushing (for those who haven’t read, I had passed black tarry stools which was a terrible sign of concern). I was horrified when I discovered the member accompanying my stool, a more or less deep brown coloured, fleshy and thick with spots and bulging black eyes. The was a fat toad next to ...