Ranjit Kulkarni

Ranjit Kulkarni is an author with a penchant for portraying characters from the real world and weaving stories around their apparently mundane lives. He is the creator of Jigneshbhai and Swami. Born and brought up in Mumbai, Kulkarni spent his childhood in the environs of urban, middle-class India. As an adult, he’s travelled the world, exploring the cityscapes of America, getting lost in the natural beauty of Europe, and absorbing the tastes and sounds of Asia. With his constant knack for observation and a deep seated fondness of reflection, he loves crafting tales that entertain and provoke thought. When not writing, Kulkarni loves reading and going on trips with his wife. He is an avid traveller, a passionate investor and a devoted student of spirituality. He loves ice-cream and chocolate too. He lives in Bangalore India.

Climbing a Mountain: Book Launch

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📚 Book Launch Invitation | Climbing a Mountain Dear friends, I’m delighted to let you know that the launch of my new book ‘Climbing a Mountain – Short Stories Inspired by Trekking’ is scheduled for October 26th, 4 PM to 7 PM at The Bangalore Room, Indiranagar, Bengaluru . Hemant Soreng – Everest Summiteer will … Read more

Swami’s Diwali Lights

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Swami burst into the café last weekend, nearly tripping over a chair on his way to our usual table. Jigneshbhai and I could see that he was tense about something. “Jigneshbhai!” he exclaimed, waving his phone like a man on a mission even while he took his seat opposite ours. “You have to see this! … Read more

Engineer’s Block (and Other Myths)

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Have you ever heard of Engineer’s Block?An engineer saying, “I can’t think of what to code.” Or Doctor’s Block?A surgeon saying, “I’m stuck, I can’t decide what to tell my patient.” Or Plumber’s Block? Electrician’s Block? No one’s ever heard of them. And yet, “Writer’s Block” is spoken of as if it’s a real thing … Read more

The Tea Stall

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There’s a little tea stall at the corner of our street. It is an old one. The paint is peeling, the wooden benches are wobbly, and the tea is always a little too sweet. But no one seems to mind. Every morning, the place fills up with people — strangers, neighbors, and regulars – all … Read more

When Memories Say Hello Again

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The radio was playing an old song I hadn’t heard in years. Suddenly, it wasn’t just music anymore. It was the soft lilting of the song, the sound of melody drifting from the next room, and a presence I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. For a moment, I wasn’t sitting in my present. … Read more

Swami’s Deadlines and Jigneshbhai’s Coffee

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Last weekend, when we met for coffee, Swami’s phone buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. Notifications flashed. Emails piled up. Deadlines closed in like storm clouds. Across the table, next to me, Jigneshbhai stirred his coffee slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Swami, on the other hand, clearly didn’t. … Read more

A Lift Ride in My Apartment

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I was not in a particular hurry, but closed lifts seem to do it to us. I tapped my foot as the lift doors finally closed, waiting to reach the ground floor. A few of us were crammed inside — strangers sharing a tiny metal box for a few seconds. Most of us stared at … Read more

Stories We Tell

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When I turned writer, I never told anyone that I was just a writer. In my corporate years, the dreaded question — “What do you do?” — had a simple answer: “I work for …” The company name changed over two decades, but the conversation stopped there. No one asked more, no one expected more. … Read more

And Swami Worries About Everything

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Swami had been fidgeting with his phone for the last ten minutes, his face tightening with every swipe. Jigneshbhai, on the other hand, sat back comfortably in his chair, sipping his coffee as if he were in no hurry at all. “The markets are going to tank, Jigneshbhai!” Swami finally blurted out, his voice loud … Read more

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