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.
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We are learners and we need to be future-ready

We are learners and we need to be future-ready

Why must we always talk about developed, developing, and under-developed countries… these are terms that fixate our minds with borders that the world can do without. The truth is that we are all learners and it is just so that some of us have learned our lessons faster, on time, and have graduated to better...
The tourist who wanted a new phone

The tourist who wanted a new phone

This is commoner than most of us will seriously conclude… there are more tourists anywhere in the world who lose their phone and then remain restless as they watch everyone else in the group go click-tap-tap-click for no apparent reason! These are the sort of tourists who find a DSLR too difficult to understand, point-and-shoot...
Shehzad Bhanji – this lefty plucks the right strings

Shehzad Bhanji – this lefty plucks the right strings

Music sensations, some believe, are born on YouTube because this is where the really appreciative crowds assemble. The internet is where original impulses drive through hearts along a global pathway and are sometimes accepted, adopted, and nurtured by the conformist monarchs of the music industry. Shehzad Bhanji is one such person who I have met...
Museum of Memories

Museum of Memories

Memories. They’re good and they are ugly at times. They’re fascinating and they can be terrible. Despite variations, I am fond of all of them as they together make up what I am today. Most of the time memories have a bit of restlessness meandering between large spaces of pure joy. One of the fondest...
The story tellers

The story tellers

The story tellers   Lies within What lies within The lies within… One word changes the world And willingly tells Stories far more powerful Than even words can imagine. And lies Become leaves Granting life To stories Within stories. Layers, after all, must reveal More layers – This is what layers do well, you see....
Take a sip of the best

Take a sip of the best

To study abroad isn’t just a dream anymore because statistics show that more and more Indian students are flying abroad to study in universities in other countries. They all wish to take a sip of the best, so to say. The WENR (World Education News and Reviews) says that USA, UK, Australia, and New Zealand...
An upside-down world

An upside-down world

What if all that we see turns upside down – What will be on the other side of brown? Will a clown still be a clown? Will we remain fearful of a frown? Where shall we go If down is up and up is down? What if all that we see turns upside down?
Face the Face

Face the Face

Face the face   He searched for the story of expressions In a mirror’s impressions Counted the number of wrinkles, Measured the depth of his dimples, Tested the varying shades of complexion, Zoomed in on his graying reflection, Copied selfie smiles of twenty-somethings, And murmured, ‘None of this stings!’ Are there twists and turns that...
Romeos, Outdoors, and Repellents

Romeos, Outdoors, and Repellents

‘Are Romeos the new mosquitoes?’ asked a friend after having read the news about the new anti-Romeo squads in Uttar Pradesh, ‘and these squads the latest in the world of repellents?’ ‘Two questions together,’ I replied, ‘are like Romeos and mosquitoes knowing they are in the WANTED list and yet searching for an escape route.’...
The Corrupt

The Corrupt

The corrupt   We hate doors and windows and ventilators, Of open terraces we are professed haters. Hidden doorways and intrigue-dipped lockets, Secret basements and coded Dockets, Concealed lockers and books that are cases – Thrill our minds, our heart races! We are the ones who flee at midnight To gallop and sprint to our...
Who says a Chetan Bhagat novel doesn’t have poetry in it?

Who says a Chetan Bhagat novel doesn’t have poetry in it?

Who says a Chetan Bhagat novel doesn’t have poetry in it?   His tongue Reached a point Which was a little strange. He was going to finally grow up.
Arre Gaekwad, Yeh Tune Kya Kia?

Arre Gaekwad, Yeh Tune Kya Kia?

Arre Gaekwad, Yeh Tune Kya Kia?   Democracy mein autocratic gussa kiya? Air India official ko thappad maar diya? And then you said: Kar lo jo karna hai, Meri Sena ne mujhe protection hai diya! Arre Gaekwad, yeh tune kya kia? Air India ka sudhaar thappad se kaise hoga Unhone pehna hai besharmi ka choga...