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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For my teacher

For my teacher

If I can read the books around me If I can write of all that I see If I now know how much is how much It’s all because some teacher taught me! So today and this day each year I sit and think with a mind that’s clear And remember my teachers from yore...
The smudged symbol of our togetherness

The smudged symbol of our togetherness

A blank sheet of paper Waiting for words Has the writer look up for inspiration The farmer sitting on the edge of his field Looks up and prays We look up in exasperation Or dismay Or to beseech Or put forth a point We look up and look into eyes To search To buy time...
Her paintbrush is a razor

Her paintbrush is a razor

Team: Maximus Dramaticus   On that dark and cold late December night, Cyrus sat on the tilted pushcart and stared ahead. The street dogs were not howling. There wasn’t even the expected rustle that a gentle breeze inundates a silent night with. His mind was as silent and as numb as the night seemed to...
What doesn’t work

What doesn’t work

We are funny creatures because we are forever focusing on what works. Right from our childhood we’re told, ‘Look for the best solutions.’ Seems sensible… but the truth is that it is absolutely daft. Listen, unless you know what is correct or what doesn’t work, what in blazes will you be searching for? Therefore, I...
Heart, happiness, and home

Heart, happiness, and home

My home isn’t a museum Nor a theatre or an office And surely not a warehouse My home is where my heart is.  My home isn’t a maxim Nor an idiom or a proverb And surely not a grammar textbook My home is where my happiness is.  My home isn’t a battlefield Nor a research...
There is nothing wrong with ‘I’

There is nothing wrong with ‘I’

I choose. I am responsible. I need to be accountable. I love. I am not flawless. I need a bit of sex in my life. I need to constantly improve. I need to help others achieve their potential. 
Go green

Go green

Come on now, I don’t want you to remain gullible or naïve… nor do I wish wounds to remain fresh… but then if these are the only greens you’ve heard of, read on and know that there is a green quite different from greener pastures, a great unfading memory, and gemstones. I actually wanted to...
The reply

The reply

‘What if I were to wake up as a five year old child?’ I asked. Specky, my wife looked at and simply said, ‘You’re tired after the long flight from London to Delhi and I think you need sleep.’ When I persisted, she dismissed my question as being one that had too many unanswered elements....
The nomad in me loves black

The nomad in me loves black

I know the nomad in me. I know how excited he gets when a plane takes off… that is like a trigger that awakens the traveller instincts that are otherwise content to remain silently observant except a nudge now and then to buy another lens kit or take part in some other blogging contest that...
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 sort of fragrance that came...
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 all light from penetrating it,...
MAGYTE

MAGYTE

The year isn’t 3333 or some such incredible zoom into the future. The future that I see clearly in my mind isn’t even ten years later. And yet I cannot possibly pinpoint the exact day or month or year. All I can say is that the real future is near, quite near. The future where...