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.
That’s how stories happen

That’s how stories happen

I tried rubbing the edge of my study table, whispering, ‘Appear, my lovely story. Appear!’ It didn’t. I tried this with the walls in my home, with trees in the park, and once even slyly tried rubbing the end of the shawl of a woman I didn’t know at all....
Conversations with virtual reality

Conversations with virtual reality

Conversations with what is real and what is unreal has a sibling now… the universe of virtual reality. Even Zuckerberg wrote in March 2014 that the day isn’t far when ‘we believe this kind of immersive, augmented reality will become a part of daily life for billions of people’. Geoff...
On Travel

On Travel

Travel is all about the music and poetry of exploration… every time you move out of home and navigate safely through strange countries and stranger cities, you experience an uplifting peppy feeling that refreshes you. This is the sort of feeling that I had when I keyed in these short...
A revolution in your pocket

A revolution in your pocket

There have always been a few who have favoured the written word over a photograph and there have existed masses who have discovered a thousand words in every picture. The eye stumbles upon Nietzsche in a photograph… the mind hikes with Mark Twain as it scans a picture… and the...
And then a poem got some words

And then a poem got some words

Poetry, like music, happens all the time Within us and outside us But not everyone pauses long enough To notice thoughts that follow a feather floating in the air Or eyes that blink a coded message Moments come and go like ocean tides, only faster They hardly have the patience...
The inaudible language of the heart

The inaudible language of the heart

This morning as I sat in front of the television watching the telecast of the Republic Day parade on Rajpath, I found it as engrossing as the best film I have ever watched. I was literally glued to my chair and even sat upright in ‘savdhan baith’ (at attention) position...
Jordan: Where is my donkey?

Jordan: Where is my donkey?

I’m sure you’ve met a lot of donkeys and some of you will say, ‘Well, there are donkeys and then there are mules. But they’re all asses, aren’t they?’ All I can say is that I am yet to meet a smarter donkey than this Jordanian one who managed to...
An emotional acre on the road

An emotional acre on the road

  An emotional acre on the road – Zica review A car isn’t just a car but attempts to be an emotional bond. A relationship. It tries to be a drivable emotional acre on the road. Every time. Each of them. Some succeed and some do not. This is so...
We need stories everyday

We need stories everyday

My life is a set of stories. Let me tell you one with a lake that forgot to reflect my face… and until then I thought no one could beat those people who invariably forgot my name. ‘What’s your name?’ Atsü asked me the day we were introduced at a...
A poem waits to be completed

A poem waits to be completed

A cluster of words huddled together As wishes and dreams Or protests against some injustice Waits to become a complete poem But I look at them and look away As they seem alien now. The idea that sparked them into life Is long gone Probably not forgotten But it remains...
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The misguided minds of India

The misguided minds of India

Justice Katju called us all idiots and we protested – on and off the social media. The verbal and wordy protests were wide-scale and intense. But idiocy did feature in a lot of discussions off the record and many did conclude that all those who broke some rule or the other that ended up being...
You can’t stop the future

You can’t stop the future

‘The future is coming at me too fast,’ says my father as he looks at his smartphone in disbelief, ‘I don’t understand half the things most youngsters are able to do with their phones these days.’ He is 86 years old and technology leaves him in disarray. ‘Disheveled times,’ he mutters as I walk with...
Want to be a writer?

Want to be a writer?

Everyone loves to hear this question. And everyone expects some magic mantra to be given away, and I’m reminded of what Sharma ji, our neighbor years back thought writing was all about. Or imagine some Verma ji, if you aren’t comfortable with Sharma ji. Sharma ji had five kids at home and all were born...
Reading is an analog fine-tuner

Reading is an analog fine-tuner

O my luve is like a red, red rose And earthquakes can be read Because technology leads to hand-held devices where it is all Sweetly played in tune… …and this is what life is for non-readers. Robert Burns, seismologists, and tech gurus (and many more) create indecipherable concoctions when reading has not been fine-tuned. It...
Syllables waiting for a voice

Syllables waiting for a voice

Syllables waiting for a voice Silence doesn’t exist anywhere Not even in a voiceless stare. The mind invents sounds to see Even a future that may never really be – Sometimes I call them syllables waiting for a voice. The headlines screech and scream Even when they mention a poor deleted dream. Rocks stand around...
Rocks, streams, and live-streaming today

Rocks, streams, and live-streaming today

Rocks, streams, and live-streaming today A writer has rightly pointed out that without rocks a stream might never have songs for our ears. No wonder then that gurgle, hiss, babble, splashing, rattling, grinding, crashing, whispering, tumbling, grumbling, grating, bubbling, and even burbling create such wonderful imagery in the mind. But then while streams can get...
Generics vs the validity of reasonable choice

Generics vs the validity of reasonable choice

Generics vs the validity of reasonable choice We were visiting some friends some weeks back and their teenaged son was sulking about the cable connection being cut, the subscription to the internet refused, and even his demand for a new smartphone denied. ‘Why have you taken these drastic steps?’ I asked. ‘His first board exams...
Shouting to convince is outdated

Shouting to convince is outdated

Shouting to convince is outdated Times Now vs Republic Opinionated news far out-weighs pure, unalloyed presentation of news today. This is as dangerous a trend as is raising vacuous decibels inside TV studios, bulldozing through the legal system to hijack the tenets of intellectual property, making viewers hear and see just one side of the...
Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets

Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets

Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets From calories burnt to pulse & heart-beats, from plans & records to advisory sheets, we have with us now our wonderful tech beats! Technology and fitness are wrapped around each other for now…   Gadgets help, gadgets remind, they connect Gadgets push, gadgets pull, they protect! Gadgets remind us...
Why spend more when you can get more for less

Why spend more when you can get more for less

‘I am thinking of taking a loan of ten thousand to buy a mobile,’ said the courier guy who I knew could not read even Hindi properly. ‘Loan for a mobile?’ I asked, surprised, ‘Why do you need ten thousand to buy a mobile?’ All he wanted was a mobile to keep him connected, click...
I’m not racing you, buddy

I’m not racing you, buddy

It wasn’t a race and yet you ran faster. Never once looking back. Never waiting, As I stopped to catch my breath, panting, Exhausted, and unable to catch up. I stopped too often, for far too long And you finally disappeared from my sight. I didn’t stop running… Or walking, as some whispered in my...
Loved. Lost. So what? Radha still sings

Loved. Lost. So what? Radha still sings

Loved. Lost. So what? Radha still sings Review of ‘Radha’ by Leena Saldhana Creativity has everything to do with a new perspective… always and invariably. By this definition, the short poems in this collection by Leena Saldhana, are simply charming. I mean, where else would I get Radha that ‘…fyi / They invented Kajal /...