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.
Melbourne really is psychic

Melbourne really is psychic

Yes, this city does tend to enter and travel through your synapses and into the layers of your mind faster than you would imagine… and I am talking about the effect based on my online exploration of the city. Yes, I’ve been to Sydney and the memories of that trip...
There's a lot of poetry in sex

There’s a lot of poetry in sex

Relationships creatively thrive on uncovering ‘the unheard melodies’, if I may be permitted to quote Wordsworth here… and we know of poets allowing their minds to venture forth to touch, caress, and mate with an idea before they are able to whisk it with words to write immortal lines. The...
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...
Harlots of destiny

Harlots of destiny

Madhur, a very good friend, wrote on facebook: ‘The best learning in the world is from understanding life. Most people never learn.’ This happened to one of the more agreeable updates on facebook… most updates by most people are frivolous forwarded messages and so when something like this comes along,...
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...
The blackest black helps us see the truth

The blackest black helps us see the truth

Vantablack. Or as the scientists say, this is super black. Nothingness. I read about the Vantablack nanotubes only recently and know that these are to be launched in July 2014 at the Farnborough International Airshow. ‘Vantablack’s nanotubes are so small and tightly packed that the material not only prevents nearly...
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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The A to Zoo of Budget 2015

The A to Zoo of Budget 2015

One of the most popular statements in TV debates after the announcement of the budget meandered through visits to the zoo and museums becoming more attractive. Let me begin with the pre-budget zoo first. On the social media we must indeed be appearing like a zoo with exotic voices wanting a 200% tax on karela...
When reason and passion converge

When reason and passion converge

There are only two things that a writer wants. Someone to talk to who can set a direction to his thoughts, and sometimes maybe even give the ideas that he builds upon. The other thing that encourages a writer is finding one who leaves him with enough time and resources to focus on his writing....
On fits and misses

On fits and misses

A fit is far better than fighting to fit because the latter is nothing better than a tight fit that isn’t a fit at all and is simply a miss. It is only in the fitness of things that I must tell you about my fits with fit and because fitting in is what dominates...
Yelling doesn't get your point across

Yelling doesn’t get your point across

It does matter to me that we live in times where yelling wins and silence loses and where political guile outruns an honest pat on the back. We live in times when you bug if you hug and are sought if you have the mind of a villain. ‘Put back the clock,’ I say, ‘or...
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 that tickles reporters and lay...
The lost traveller

The lost traveller

There is hardly any romance in a wild goose chase in the middle of the night. I wouldn’t like to land in a strange city after dark and then go running from one place to another to find the right place to spend the night in. The traveller in me is generally lost when it...
Being rugged isn’t a cliché

Being rugged isn’t a cliché

Jack Levine once famously remarked, ‘Most artists like to think of themselves as rugged individualists, as independent characters.’ And we know very well that most are not what they believe they are. Had every artist been a replica of his beliefs, we’d have been overrun by clichés. And we need to thank God that something...
Flog the micro-blogger

Flog the micro-blogger

Yeah! The easiest thing to do on the social media and even the offline world is to flog the micro-blogger. It is so easy to say, ‘These 140 character creators are good for nothing dolts.’ People who tweet know that there is more truth carried in their precision than even a 1000 word edit in...
Where shadows are swallowed by the sky

Where shadows are swallowed by the sky

Imagine a black & white world where each shadow struts like it is the only shadow in the world and refuses to be one with any other. There is a great shadow animosity reigning all over. Then there is another world where the sky is dark enough to make the shadows disappear into each other...
The internet of things

The internet of things

We are at the threshold of a world where ‘the emergence of countless objects, animals and even people with uniquely identifiable, embedded devices wirelessly connected to the internet’ is turning the corner. No, this isn’t as fearsome as some sci-fi writers have imagined it all to be. This real fiction shows no signs of accelerating...
Passion for compassion

Passion for compassion

Compassion isn’t a funny word, but it is one of the easiest to hide anywhere. Just sit back and let the world go and bite, scratch, and maul each other and you will never be accused of being compassionate. I mean, why bother if a church is vandalised or a temple desecrated? Why lose sleep...