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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There is no space without adventure

There is no space without adventure

My kid is grown-up. He is an architect and stays in London. But at home in Delhi we always have a lot of kids coming in and going out yelling, shouting, playing hide-and-seek, pretending to be imaginary characters, and writing. Writing? Well, yes, I ask them all to sit with their notebooks and pencils and...
Going off the road to remain on the road

Going off the road to remain on the road

Yes, we all need to go off the road to appreciate being on the road… this is one metaphor that has remained with me ever since I first went off-roading and realised how much it taught me about life. Those past experiences with the Mahendra Thar, Volvo XC60, Nissan Terrano and a host of other...
The gender of Xender

The gender of Xender

I remember the days when gender option was between male or female. Those days are long over. News articles in the West are talking about ‘agender’, ‘two spirit’, ‘neither’, ‘other’ and tens of other options that are as valid as the choice a technology consumer has in choosing a storage option from portable hard drives...
Germs! Germs! Germs and the best hand wash

Germs! Germs! Germs and the best hand wash

Let us look at life from a germ’s vantage point. They’re a happy lot today. The air around us in urban and rural India is pregnant with vehicles that help them travel long distances for free. The environmentalist calls them PM 2.5 or PM 10 or PM anything else but they are not just empty...
Underdogs

Underdogs

Who need most attention? Underdogs. Who will respond enthusiastically? Underdogs. Whose victory spreads most joy? Underdogs. Who have potential that hasn’t expressed itself yet? Underdogs. Who make it to the headlines fastest after achieving? Underdogs. Who remember your support? Underdogs. Obviously then, any worthy underdog has the potential to be my ‘jug’ or world or...
Finding yourself – poetry and the potter’s wheel

Finding yourself – poetry and the potter’s wheel

Pottery-making, some of us may think, is just another job… but trying to discover elements of poetry in it is certainly an adventure. Adventure, let me add here, isn’t about confrontations with evil forces, nor is it about victory over whatever is perceived as unwholesome. Adventure has more to do with travelling into the heart...
Finding stories in airports

Finding stories in airports

Most of the time one doesn’t even have to make an effort to find stories inside airports. They are there all the time for anyone caring to look up from the kindle that one isn’t anyway reading… or if one just stops pretending to look busy or important or appropriately hassled or even thinking. Airports...
I’m no fan of a ban

I’m no fan of a ban

We’re already under an umbrella of bans in this country. The clear blue sky of a free voice has already been effectively muffled and the people holding this umbrella are telling us that it is too dangerous to even peep out. Asking for the removal of this umbrella is unheard of in the corridors of...
Three women. #InfertilityNotATaboo

Three women. #InfertilityNotATaboo

‘Agnishikha, you are an airborne commando,’ the instructor shouted, ‘but our task now is to get to the summit of a peak from a side that has been considered unconquerable. So your training will keep in mind that you need to keep your feet firmly on the ground.’ ‘Yes sir,’ said Agnishikha with josh in...
Dussehara changes nothing because we haven’t really changed

Dussehara changes nothing because we haven’t really changed

The locally erected Ravan is barely hundred yards away and I can see it clearly from my seventh floor balcony. I can see that scintilla growing into an enveloping fire… but before I could feel any oy at this symbolic annihilation of evil, I hear this song loud clear… ‘kar chale hum fida jaan-o-tan saathiyon...
My desi link

My desi link

My desi link The first time I met Prasad NP was at a Travel Massive meet and the first thought in my mind was, ‘This fellow has a friendly smile.’ Just then a couple of other friends came along and in a few moments he seemed to have disappeared. But soon enough he was back...
The poet on an empty train

The poet on an empty train

Three short steps and the poet is on the train. He turns back and smiles. The three steps remind him of a haiku and he mutters: Three steps and I’m gone Conversations change forever Seasons come and go. He slowly swivels on his heels to face the compartment and watches the fans pretending to dry...