The Real Fiction

All that we experience, our perceptions – sights & insights – seem like a surreal mix of fact and fantasy. There are no lines dividing anything anywhere & existence rides upon interpretations. This blog will surf, fly, jog, dive, swim, jump & at times even hobble through planes of experiences that will include poetry, protests, design, tales, photo-tales and whatever else is discovered & needs to be shared.
Breaking up cosy cartels

Breaking up cosy cartels

Discussing politics fills us with enthusiasm… and so this is all that we can hear in buses, on kerbsides, in shops and offices, in homes, on the television, on radio, in colleges, and I sometimes suspect, even in the mushy conversations of lovers in some park. But there is another...
The Presstitutes and the Poltitutes

The Presstitutes and the Poltitutes

A few of them seek to regale you for a fee and give you what you desire to see, hear or read. Others just want to accompany you on sensual trips of exploration all over the world. They have the power to reduce every upheaval of excited turmoil into exclamations,...
Imagination is Dangerous and Combustible

Imagination is Dangerous and Combustible

‘That’s incorrect,’ said an editor and I had to remind him of the reason why David Davidar had to be fired in 2010. In every relationship there will be two people imagining different outcomes and it is the friction between two wonderfully abstract thoughts that invariably results in a conflagration...
Let the Chulha tax & other dumb laws become Travel USPs

Let the Chulha tax & other dumb laws become Travel USPs

We in India are living on a treasure trove of dumb laws and like the imbeciles that we are, we plan to throw them away. Our politicians are ready to make these laws the debating point during an election but none of those in power have the creative intelligence to...
Writing of rights: Review of ‘Talking of Justice’

Writing of rights: Review of ‘Talking of Justice’

Now here is an author who doesn’t flinch as she admits that she is short and that there are things that she doesn’t know about. Leila Seth writes in her book ‘Talking of Justice’: As the discussion began, I remember feeling acutely uncomfortable on stage. I am short and, seated...
Tiddy & Pipi

Tiddy & Pipi

Hi there Tiddy & Pipi I know I’m supposed to write a post to one person who I missed the most this Diwali… but hey, don’t they say that marriage transforms two souls into one? Well, so for me you two are just one entity now. London must be far...
Creative energy redefined

Creative energy redefined

Somewhere between absurdity and anti-absurdity is the zone where real creative energy can be found. The sort creative energy that is conveyed by the letter ‘A’ in the international radio phonetic alphabet, an unofficial leader, the first letter of the Greek alphabet, the beginning or creation, or a dominant individual...
My Yorkshire aromas

My Yorkshire aromas

My awareness of the relationship between an aroma and a place began around twenty years back in York. We were here because Specky was a Commonwealth Scholar at the University of York and working for her DPhil then. Out of India for the first time, every little whiff of any...
Poet for hire

Poet for hire

London. Queen’s Walk. 10 June 2014   London surprises you every time. I mean, just look at what happens on crossings in New Delhi. You find the same kind of ragamuffins selling pirated books, or similar looking amateur kid gangs doing the same act of threading their unexpectedly slim body...
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Conversion is a good word in the blogging world

Conversion is a good word in the blogging world

The most common conversion that I see happening in the online world is people with no love for words or expression turning into bloggers. No, they neither sit under the Bodhi Tree meditating to stumble upon the true nature of blogging, nor do they go for the proverbial arduous treks over virgin hazardous terrain to...
Between hating and loving watchdogs

Between hating and loving watchdogs

Even when I was a student of kindergarten there was a sense of liberty and free thought that was a part of my existence and had even told one smiling teacher who stood near my desk watching me draw, ‘Ma’am, I’ll show my drawing to you once I’ve finished it. Your standing here disturbs my...
I am who I am, and who I wanna be

I am who I am, and who I wanna be

This mantra is all over the social media today. The young as well as the young at heart swear by it… and believe me, it isn’t just the virtual space that is impregnated and incepted with these words, one sees them reflected in real life as well. Cool and smart is all over. Not just...
A poem waits to be completed

A poem waits to be completed

A cluster of words huddled together As wishes and dreams Or protests against some injustice Waits to become a complete poem But I look at them and look away As they seem alien now. The idea that sparked them into life Is long gone Probably not forgotten But it remains hidden and is now Too...
Toy Train to Shimla

Toy Train to Shimla

‘This train is going to take us from 656 metres above sea level to 2076 metres above sea level,’ I said, ‘adding, ‘from Kalka to Shimla… and yet they call it a toy train.’ Specky, my wife smiled and said, ‘It is probably because it is a narrow gauge railway line.’ Well, travelling on a...
Two reasons why I love smelly things

Two reasons why I love smelly things

‘You love smelly things?’ asked Specky, my wife with incredulity in her eyes as she read the title of my post. Yes, I do,’ I said, ‘and I have enough reasons to prove that I am sane.’ She promised to read my post once it was done and walked away spraying Ambipur room freshener all...
Ahmedabad: In search of art inside a cave

Ahmedabad: In search of art inside a cave

The one fact that never ceases to surprise me is a lot of people who have enough money to travel know more about Amsterdam, London, Bangkok, Dubai, and Singapore than they know about cities in India. So if I ask one of these travel-savvy friends if he knows about the floating market in Bangkok or...
Visa for an 85 year old man

Visa for an 85 year old man

It is fascinating to see an 85 year old man getting ready to apply for a visa to visit London and be with his grandson. I guess a lot of people will read proactive enthusiasm, yearning to plan, energy to explore, a dive into the spirit of a positively interactive life and many other traits...
India’s Mantra: Bar Bar Gain!

India’s Mantra: Bar Bar Gain!

I have full intention of calling paisa vasool, the economics of passion… but I know you will be the one to say this by the time you finish reading this article. We’re totally intoxicated and infatuated by gains that come again and again. Repeatedly. Non-stop, if that is possible. Makes us say, ‘I live a...
A dark and romantic world. Review of ‘Badlapur’

A dark and romantic world. Review of ‘Badlapur’

Go on, dedicate as many romantic songs to the moon as you want, it will still continue to have its dark side. Ask the moon about it and it won’t really know about it… and I’m unsure if Raghu, the main protagonist of ‘Badlapur’, really knew about his dark side. The film transits from romantic...
A Play that yawned

A Play that yawned

Plays are like ‘the cry of the human spirit trying to understand itself and make sense of our world.’ (L M Elliott) Yes, even those plays that resort to humour. Even slap-stick humour makes the chaotic world a tad simpler for us. But ‘Taj Mahal Ka Tender’, a comedy play in Hindustani seemed to transcend...
My Clingy Experience

My Clingy Experience

To cling or not to cling was never a choice She did it all the time in action and voice ‘I’ll go with you’ or ‘We’ll do this together’ Even in hot, horrid, and sultry weather Even when I was in my own thoughts far away She wanted me near her each moment every day...