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.
Reflections
Every life is a little messy

Every life is a little messy

‘Mess’ is a strangely attractive word because we mortals are rather fond of getting into it. Road rage is a mess. Clutter of unfinished jobs is a mess. Lawlessness is a mess. Then there is the mess that a lack of discipline creates. Waywardness could be messy. And because most of us are perpetually into...
Moments have their own colour, and smell

Moments have their own colour, and smell

‘Do we remember an incident?’ I asked Specky, ‘or do we just associate each incident, each moment, each day with something else?’ She thought for a while, and said, ‘Every time I cook a dish with garlic paste, my mind goes zooming to the night we had chicken at Karim’s. Hope this helps you.’ Well,...
The truth behind freedom

The truth behind freedom

Yatra. Yatra is the truth behind freedom. Yatra is the truth that the historians and all the other thinkers and writers have mentioned but never really got down to identifying it as the one vital reason that led to India’s freedom. When I say yatra, I mean travel… travel is what opens the mind to...
I am a weakling. I am not from Delhi.

I am a weakling. I am not from Delhi.

Neeraj sounded excited on the telephone. He said, ‘I’ve cleared the written test for getting into the NDA, bhaiya. The SSB comes next and I need your help.’ This happened just a couple of years after I had opted out of the OGs (Olive Greens – an euphemism for those in the Army) because of...
The construction worker’s daughter

The construction worker’s daughter

The worker’s daughter that I noticed was while I was on my seventh floor balcony watching the construction workers on a Sunday. Some were working while others were enjoying the winter sun, the boys were playing… but this family had a target to complete. I observed this family of four… father, mother, son and daughter....
Chest out, shoulders back, chin up

Chest out, shoulders back, chin up

Do I intend taking you readers on a walk-through of the Indian Military Academy? No. There won’t be any OG-clad soldiers sprinting along with the words in this post. There won’t be any shorts-clad RSS sevaks too waiting to guide you into some disciplinary mumbo jumbo unique to them. I just want to take you...
Paying to listen to Modi

Paying to listen to Modi

Let me start by saying that we tend to become involved participants only when we pay for something… and I don’t mean the bribes some of us tend to pay to get a file in motion in any office. The word ‘free’ simply ends up giving licence to squander everything. That is one reason why...
Are we going backward?

Are we going backward?

It is quite possible to go backward one step at a time. Yes, one step at a time until we go tumbling into the chronicles that future generations will read and say with a sigh: ‘This was one nation that couldn’t make it to the future.’ ‘What does the word backward mean to you,’ I...
FYUP: an idea worth waiting for!

FYUP: an idea worth waiting for!

Is it the university think-tank that is in a huddle and aiming to re-think its strategic intent so far as the introduction of the 4-year under-grad program is concerned? Or is it the students who have just dived into the refreshing pool of awareness and understood the real depth of this decision? Or is it...
Watch your watch carefully or you’ll fail to get anywhere

Watch your watch carefully or you’ll fail to get anywhere

‘I’m sorry I’m late. I forgot to look at my watch!’ No, I did not tell this to the Battalion Commander. I went a step further and when he pointed out that I was a good half hour late in reaching, I replied, ‘My watch says I’m on time, sir.’ My watch indeed reflected what...
The mantra of immortality

The mantra of immortality

Just yesterday I was driving in the midst of a mad rush near PaharGanj in Delhi and was almost unnerved by all the furious honking going on around me. My wife was sitting beside me and had been observing the Celsius of my attitude going up. She calmly switched on the AC in the car...
The 26 mantras of empowerment to women

The 26 mantras of empowerment to women

The early Roman society treated them as chattel, in France they were labelled ‘half-soul creatures responsible for the destruction of society’, the Chinese are known to have called them the ‘devil’s soul’, and Arabs buried them live as they were thought to be a ‘form of disgrace’. I am talking of women. The first sordid...