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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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
On Modi XI

On Modi XI

That anchor, I’m sure, was talking of Modi Eleven And their dreams and day-dreams of a global heaven But critics, you see Say it was Xi And now DD’s credibility is down to minus seven   Arvind Passey 22 September 2014
Bilawal's rant -- a limerick

Bilawal’s rant — a limerick

Bilawal’s ridiculous rant means Pakistan has won The race to be the World’s Joke No. One So Rahul dear Need no longer fear As he is replaced by this next gen pun!     Arvind Passey 20 September 2014
I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene

I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene

‘I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene,’ I heard her tell someone as I stood outside her room. When I heard these words I knew at once that the she was quoting from Twist written by Dannika Dark. So as I entered her room, I said aloud, ‘I clung to each...
Generation gaps are meant to be overcome

Generation gaps are meant to be overcome

‘How will you define a VIP in your life?’ asked a friend once. I replied, ‘Well, certainly not the sort who distance themselves by layers of Z-security and create traffic snarls.’ I was silent for a while and my friend continued to look at me for a more elaborate explanation. I then decided to answer...
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...