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.
Of Indians, idiots, and this idiocy called corruption!

Of Indians, idiots, and this idiocy called corruption!

“I say ninety percent of Indians are idiots. You people don’t have brains in your heads… it is so easy to take you for a ride,” said Justice Markandey Katju in December 2012. No, Justice Katju, only 10 percent of Indians are idiots, the rest are smart and corrupt. Obviously,...
“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...
Revenge of a food blogger

Revenge of a food blogger

Magi seemed to have read her mind well. ‘You’re not thinking about prawns at all right now,’ he said. ‘Prawns?’ she whispered, as if she had heard this word for the first time, and then mechanically she took a sip of the delicious Sauvignon Blanc in her glass and was...
Twelve hours away from insanity

Twelve hours away from insanity

‘My college routine is making me insane. I need a break,’ said Specky. This one simple sentence led us into the heart of Spiti that we fondly remember now as being twelve hours away from insanity! Yes, we did a fair degree of research before we decided on Kaza as...
Following the tracks of his mind. Review of ‘Shadows Chasing Light’

Following the tracks of his mind. Review of ‘Shadows Chasing Light’

Yes, Justin Emeka, even I enjoyed following the tracks of Brian Bower’s mind as I read the lines and thoughts in this thin, trim, and suave looking volume of poetry. No, thin isn’t always malnourished… just as trim isn’t always civilized and literate. This volume with its less than fifty...
I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am

I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am

Not shell-shocked. No splintered bones for me And I’m not on my way to the hospital I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am   I didn’t board the bus with drunk goons for company My intestines did not angrily coil around that rusted rod I am fine....
Let’s get creative with kisses

Let’s get creative with kisses

I know that the greetings-card lobby has been creating a lot of special days with an eye on increased cards sale… but the run-up to Valentine’s Day is the most ridiculous. The run-up includes all sorts of funny days and the promotion of these days has even infected the online...
Plucking a few ideas out of my imagination

Plucking a few ideas out of my imagination

‘Phew! What a day it was,’ said Specky as she entered the house, ‘what is this world coming to? Jam. Jams. Jams. Everywhere.’ Obviously I wasn’t paying the sort of attention I should’ve been paying as I asked her, ‘jam? You want to have toast and jam at six in...
Yes, it sounds incredible, but Genelia did pose for my camera!

Yes, it sounds incredible, but Genelia did pose for my camera!

Some days are just incredible… the 16th of November 2012 was one such day. This was a day when Samsung decided to create a Guinness World Record by launching its ‘Incredible Art’ campaign. This was also the day when I saw one of my old talented ‘coolest job’ friend Vineeth...
The shanivar spaghetti

The shanivar spaghetti

We were in London and we opened our eyes to find ourselves trapped inside Eyot House as it was raining heavily that Saturday. Going out anywhere seemed impossible as it wasn’t the usual London drizzle but a rather heavy downpour. ‘Doesn’t happen often,’ remarked Monika and then added, ‘but don’t...
Be irreverent. Be the best!

Be irreverent. Be the best!

I read only yesterday what Robertson Davies, a Canadian novelist and a journalist wrote: “The greatest gift that Oxford gives her sons is, I truly believe, a genial irreverence toward learning, and from that irreverence love may spring.” This is, I said to myself, the secret of success… particularly if...
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#HPInkAdvantage was more than a mere hashtag

#HPInkAdvantage was more than a mere hashtag

Life is more than print-scan-copy and the HP Print Art IndiBlogger Meet at Fortune Select Global (Global Arcade, M.G. Road) in Gurgaon on Saturday June 8, 2013 – 1:00 PM to 5:30 PM was much more than a mere hashtag to tweet! There were bloggers there as were the families of bloggers… there were kids...
Life is so b/w without you

Life is so b/w without you

Life is so like an old b/w movie without my friends. Well, you’d generally ask: ‘What’s wrong with old movies?’ And I’d have no alternative but to answer: ‘Life is so like any movie on a small junked b/w television without my friends! So if this is fine, will you now let me get on...
Of Indians, idiots, and this idiocy called corruption!

Of Indians, idiots, and this idiocy called corruption!

“I say ninety percent of Indians are idiots. You people don’t have brains in your heads… it is so easy to take you for a ride,” said Justice Markandey Katju in December 2012. No, Justice Katju, only 10 percent of Indians are idiots, the rest are smart and corrupt. Obviously, Katju doesn’t get up at...
Gangiri Bhadra was the solution. Review of ‘Shoes of the dead’

Gangiri Bhadra was the solution. Review of ‘Shoes of the dead’

‘Death Districts of the DP Government’, he suggested for the headline. There are no doors in Ichalganj, Nazar began his story. Once, that was because no one wanted anything more. Now, it is because no one has anything left. I began reading the book slowly, deliberately because I thought death never likes to be hurried...
“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 India get serious about the...
Who votes?

Who votes?

What you see and what you imagine can co-exist… not always in a peaceful way, but they can tolerate each other’s presence, I’m sure. So just as voters imagine some promised future, the politician sees them all as distinct groups of people to be sold different dreams. The vital question then is: Who really votes?...
One hashtag that came whirling at me

One hashtag that came whirling at me

Note: #WhatIWant was the hashtag that was flung by @ebayindia on twitter today… and there were a few random thoughts that I linked with this hashtag.   [one] I’d love to sing When someone dear Is noticing! And I want to buy And throw out of this world All that is a lie! [two] A...
Another answer to that unsolved riddle...

Another answer to that unsolved riddle…

The touch That life loves Is the touch That gives life To both Sight and insight!   Arvind Passey Written on 09 June 2013
Revenge of a food blogger

Revenge of a food blogger

Magi seemed to have read her mind well. ‘You’re not thinking about prawns at all right now,’ he said. ‘Prawns?’ she whispered, as if she had heard this word for the first time, and then mechanically she took a sip of the delicious Sauvignon Blanc in her glass and was miraculously brought back into the...
Lion, Jackal, or Adder. Review of ‘Beaten by Bhagath’

Lion, Jackal, or Adder. Review of ‘Beaten by Bhagath’

I’m still convinced that the title of this review should have been: ‘Beat a potato by being another potato’ but I decided on ‘Lion, Jackal, or Adder’ because, like the author, I too feel that writers need to choose a character for themselves. Well, the choice isn’t limited to these animals as I know a...
What will you do now, Mr Minister?

What will you do now, Mr Minister?

‘I’m already late for my morning walk,’ the minister barked. Well, he had probably forgotten that the person in the driving seat was his wife. The driver reported for duty, like all drivers are prone to, just before the minister actually left for his office. The wife simply said, ‘Stop barking. I’m not a civil...
A thorn and the wilderness

A thorn and the wilderness

That morning as I put on my shoes, the laces broke. I froze for a couple of unnerving moments and then, accompanied by a racing heart, went on to search for a new pair of laces, found them where I usually kept a spare pair, and went on unperturbed. Later as I prepared breakfast for...