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.
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...
We all need a Yuichi Nishimura

We all need a Yuichi Nishimura

It is late evening in London and I think I am going to love the Football World Cup matches… because I know each match will whisper a few secrets about life and living every time without fail. The message I got from this match is that we all need a...
Outrage

Outrage

The year was 1985 and I had been married for a few months. We had gone to Jhansi, my hometown and decided to spend a day in Khajuraho. We boarded the early morning bus from the railway station. I didn’t know that it would be this bus journey that I...
Mr Modi needs to graduate from selling tea to cleaning a nation

Mr Modi needs to graduate from selling tea to cleaning a nation

Another warm Sunday afternoon as I accompanied Specky, my wife to a department store for a few final things to be bought before we finally catch our flight for London and a well deserved holiday. London… the city that everyone says has charm exuding out of every pore of every...
Spontaneity

Spontaneity

We’re all always spontaneous. But we aren’t always brilliantly spontaneous. Most of the time, therefore, powerful spontaneity comes in the form of a perfumed after-thought or brilliance that exists in our minds only. The world thus misses out on millions of such quotable spontaneous responses each minute… and spontaneity remains,...
Volvo XC60: Evolution redefined!

Volvo XC60: Evolution redefined!

Where and how we met is what is vital… we met in Bhopal during the NDTV-Volvo XC60 Adventure Challenge 2014 and that is where I fell in love with a 40 L car! So the first good thing about the XC60 is that it makes you fall in love with...
Usquebaugh

Usquebaugh

Usquebaugh! I first read this word emblazoned on a tee-shirt and I thought, ‘Here is another one who is wearing something he probably doesn’t know the meaning of!’ I didn’t just go on thinking, I went up to this man and asked, ‘Sir, this seems to be an interesting word....
A mom can even kill

A mom can even kill

‘Drama, melodrama, and a heady mix of sentences that are either bent upon sending a mom to heaven or making her grey-haired and terminally ill isn’t what she is all about,’ I muttered as I read the mom-posts on the internet, adding, ‘A mom isn’t a synonym for a tear-jerker...
It’s time to talk of a speck of time

It’s time to talk of a speck of time

I’ve always thought of time as something that pulsates with life… an entity that you can, if you really wish to, touch, poke, and tickle… the funny thing is that time camouflages itself as a left-brained creature every time I dive into the abstraction surrounding reality. This happened again a...
Kirkit

Kirkit

The place where I grew up was Bundelkhund… and the people of this region are lazy with their pronunciation. So for many years even I played ‘kirkit’, listened to ‘kirkit’ commentary, and didn’t know that there was an insect too that went by the same name. It was when I...
Ranthambhore ka T24

Ranthambhore ka T24

What I really love about wildlife parks are the stories and legends that they are saturated with. The simply sensual and lilting names they have for animals. The goose-bumps a visitor experiences when sighting even a mongoose or a peacock. Every moment inside a wildlife park is like a scintilla...
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A little more is a lot more

A little more is a lot more

  There are more than 3 crore Indians settled abroad but that isn’t more. It isn’t less as well but then only numbers are never more. This summer I was in London and stayed with my son and daughter-in-law… and the two months that we spent in London have made me revise the way I...
Smile Times

Smile Times

Celebrations and festivities are invariably under duress these days. These are cataclysmic times and a lot of people all over the world are suffering because of one reason or the other. But is remaining glum or serious or in darkness the only ways of showing solidarity with them? I mean, what they need is more...
Escaping health rules

Escaping health rules

When I was small I was always escaping health rules. ‘Don’t get up late. Going to sleep late is unhealthy!’ my father always shouted… and I invariably went to sleep late as I was reading fiction, over-slept and was forever reaching school late and getting a massive moral lecture from my Principal every day. I...
Ghar redefined

Ghar redefined

Yes, there is nothing like celebrating Diwali at home. I still remember everything that happened when I was a school kid. ‘Leave your novel aside right now and come here,’ shouted mummy. I dropped the P G Wodehouse that I was reading and ran into the kitchen. The sight of freshly palmed besan ke laddoo...
Education is for ediots

Education is for ediots

Let me say at the outset that education has single-handedly pushed humanity into a vicious cycle where we’re going round and round in circles that are stacked on top of each other. By this definition we should be high enough to watch even the Everest look alarmingly up as we merrily trot on our circular...
Your mission

Your mission

Life is a mind-boggling suspense thriller. No murders here. And there are no killings. There are no slimy double-faced traitors and there is no scope for spies. Life is indeed a rather unique thriller where we are always trying to find the real person within us. The real person within us? You mean I am...
Failure is just a bruise, not a tattoo

Failure is just a bruise, not a tattoo

Team: Maximus Dramaticus Read the previous part of the story here   Darkness has strange properties. It appears to swallow everything that comes its way but what no one realises is that it is cunningly selective. ‘Just try walking on a dark road where stones are strewn,’ said Jennifer to no one in particular, ‘and...
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 in a pack or group...
Listen to your mind but follow your heart

Listen to your mind but follow your heart

Team: Maximus Dramaticus   Read the previous part of the story here   The air on the first floor of the house in Chuna Mandi was pregnant with the sort of tension that you could actually cut with a knife. Jennifer sat in one corner peering into the eyepiece of her camera and pretending she...
The strength of a zealot. Review of ‘Private India’

The strength of a zealot. Review of ‘Private India’

Attention is like that ‘fine line between life and death’ transforming a thriller into a readable book or being shelved for some future reading which is as good as it being sentenced to a life in company of millions of unread words. Every book looks for the zealot lurking inside a reader, and who is...
Raindrops on paper

Raindrops on paper

‘Another wayward white strand into the bin,’ he muttered, as he stretched his right hand to throw in the bin whatever it was that he held between his index finger and thumb. I was sitting right behind him and could see and hear what Param was doing. We shared the same room in the hostel....
Cleavage does a TOI-ng!

Cleavage does a TOI-ng!

  The furore because of Deepika’s cleavage Her stomping and screaming on the front page One paper in every list Is now also a rapist And lewd journalism is finally in a cage!     Arvind Passey 22 September 2014