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.
What do I think of when I’m not thinking?

What do I think of when I’m not thinking?

There are times when Specky suddenly asks, ‘What are you thinking?’ I want to tell her that I wasn’t thinking at all. Do I really need to think? Thinking is such a hazardous task. I will then need to question. Decide what’s right and what’s wrong. Take sides. Be a...
The bike ride to Dehradun

The bike ride to Dehradun

Sweet nothings, mushy gushing, emotions flowing in rivulets, and holding hands as you whisper the same words and the same sentences a hundredth time… if this is what makes a platinum day of love… then I must admit I might never have had a platinum day of love! But then,...
The muse

The muse

A muse isn’t always a Goddess A muse need not really be her For me, an impulse racing Through me making me write Or making me create art Is nothing short of muse And so an old crumbling page From a book I read years back Can trigger this creative...
Please turn… I want to kick your backside

Please turn… I want to kick your backside

Yes, this is how it always happens when you talk about changing or wanting to change someone or something or some place or some attitude or some moment. You invariably have to say: Please turn… I want to kick your backside! Delhi is a stubborn city as the people here...
The two rats and the tweet girl

The two rats and the tweet girl

I wonder if I should call this post a story of two loafers… or just one brave girl who just did what she thought was correct. Well, I think the newspapers are too full of both these categories. We have loafers, scammers, thieves, burglars, law-breakers, eve-teasers, rapists, and thousands of...
Of toast I boast!

Of toast I boast!

‘I am the one who always cooks, And you just play with words in nooks!’ She went on to say that I must feed Her a tasty dish and do a culinary deed. I looked and smiled and then said I’ll give you ‘French Toast’ brown and red! And thus...
TRAVE-nama

TRAVE-nama

This is no drama Nor just a fancy panorama And if you’ve heard of Akbarnama Or Dozakhnama You’ll know what I mean When I ask you to read my TRAVE-nama! My Trave-nama isn’t just an account of my travels into lands that stay forever in your memory. There have been...
Haramzadon bhaago! Review of ‘The Race of my Life’

Haramzadon bhaago! Review of ‘The Race of my Life’

One of the factors that has probably given India a Milkha Singh is the way his instructors made him run. In this book that has text by the man himself as told to Sonia Sanwalka, Milkha Singh says: Gurdev was a taciturn, no-nonsense kind of man, whose tough exterior hid...
The Manmohan Principle of colours

The Manmohan Principle of colours

  ‘Colours are powerful,’ Specky said, ‘they transcend their boundaries and easily get accepted in new worlds.’ I said, ‘That’s a bit cryptic for me. Do you mean colours spread as water colour does and take the green of grass on to the brick red of bricks?’ ‘They can do...
In Coimbatore with Narain Karthikeyan. A great drive – entry for Michelin Pilot Experience by Arvind Passey

In Coimbatore with Narain Karthikeyan. A great drive – entry for Michelin Pilot Experience by Arvind Passey

A Great Drive – entry for Michelin Pilot Experience by Arvind Passey   We were waiting for Narain to come. Narain Karthikeyan, the legendary Formula 1 driver from India. I had flown in from a cold Delhi to a warm Coimbatore in December and loved the tepid sun though I...
“Till now the people didn’t have a choice. They now have a choice.” An interview with Arvind Kejriwal

“Till now the people didn’t have a choice. They now have a choice.” An interview with Arvind Kejriwal

  I sometimes wonder what I would be had I been born on 16 June 1968 in Sivani in Hissar. Would I too have gone on to complete my BTech from IIT, Kharagpur? Would I too have subsequently joined the IRS and then left it to get the Government of...
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Think of rising higher. Review of My Journey written by A P J Abdul Kalam

Think of rising higher. Review of My Journey written by A P J Abdul Kalam

Ulluvathellam uyarvullal matratu Tallinum tellamai nirttut Abdul Kalam quotes this kural from Tamil literature in his book and goes on to give us its translation in English: ‘Think of rising higher. Let it be your only thought. Even if your object be not attained, the thought itself will have raised you.’ The book is a...
Rolling in roles

Rolling in roles

BLOG This word was small, seemingly strong, and had a great new-age rolling effect in my mouth… but its meaning confused me. I asked people around me what a blog really was but all I got was everything between a few stuttered exclamations and deliberately averted eyes. Nobody was sure but a lot of them...
The new-age untouchables

The new-age untouchables

Scene 01 The aroma of zingers is everywhere… and fried chicken in multiple avatars is on trays being carried by some really hungry people and some not so hungry ones. But as I peered through this aisle jam of chicken-laden trays, I noticed an old lady carrying an iPad like you hold a tray. My...
To write, or not to right

To write, or not to right

‘Does a name on a form over-shadow an appearance in the heart?’ he asked and then went on, ‘Both are shadows but one pulsates forever and the other smudges and fades away in a few years.’ The feminists argued that the name on a piece of paper pulsates with life and demands more than just...
The surge of power. Review of ‘Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister’

The surge of power. Review of ‘Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister’

The book has surges, urges, and purges splurging through the pages… and if you just sauté these elements with a pinch of the political history of India, a few drops of fantasy, and a liberal garnish of radical thoughts, you’ve actually almost written the recipe of the book. This book by Tabrik C can be...
Floccinauci nihilipilification. Review of ‘English Bites’

Floccinauci nihilipilification. Review of ‘English Bites’

No, floccinaucinihilipilification isn’t the longest word in the dictionary… there are words with up to 35 letters that win the contest, though the medical fraternity, Manish Gupta will have us believe, insists on a word from their jargon as the one that wins the race hands down. But the point that I want to make...
This is how we speak. Review of ‘Terms and conditions apply’

This is how we speak. Review of ‘Terms and conditions apply’

I am just wondering what the purists will have to say about this book where the title is in English, the author’s name is written in Hindi… and the 14 short stories inside use English phrases and words almost where any of the urban and rural reader would while communicating in his daily life. This...
Why do rivers run? -- The poem

Why do rivers run? — The poem

A story… mythology… in poetry… I know why the roots go down I know why the rivers run I know why even rocks frown I know what they search as one. They were once like you and me And even had a King Trees and plants walked free Even rocks stopped to sing! And this...
Why do rivers run?

Why do rivers run?

We were in a train going from Delhi to Jhansi and as we crossed the river Chambal, my four year old son sat transfixed looking out. He had been looking out throughout the journey, but after we crossed this river he turned to his mother and asked, ‘Where is the river going?’ ‘A river runs,’...
Votes, Condoms, and a secure future

Votes, Condoms, and a secure future

Lyndon B. Johnson is reported to have said that ‘A man without a vote is a man without protection.’ Well, he obviously didn’t mean a snide aside to the validity of condoms… but in India in 2014, the trio of votes, condoms, and security do seem to be humming together. We are notoriously known to...
Shoot more…

Shoot more…

Just two words… and a whole universe of meanings! This is the way the mind can fox you, confound you, and lead you anywhere. I know these two words would mean different things to different people. Well, the world is full of two words coupling to lead us into insights, but let me just talk...
My side… Your side

My side… Your side

We’re surrounded by questions… and some of us see invading Huns in them or stalkers or crouched predators. Just look at RaGa and you’ll know what questions can do to your psyche. Consider the sort of questions Ambani would never want to hear. Then there are questions that silence will ask a man who reaches...