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
Complete the moment

Complete the moment

Watched the match last night. London. 13 June 2014. #FIFA2014   The Spain vs Netherlands match was a rematch (they played in the finals in the last World Cup) where the world champions watched their title tremble and shake. This. Match. Was. Shockwave. Come. Alive. A match where Robin van Persie and Arjen Robben scored...
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 Yuichi Nishimura in our lives…...
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 would remember and not the...
The creamy layer

The creamy layer

The small boy stopped filling the sack hung on his back with sellable ‘kachra’, looked up and saw another boy of his own age pull his father towards the roadside kiosk, pleading, ‘Buy me a chocolate.’ His sweating father meanwhile was watching the owner of the kiosk happily sitting under a fan and counting money...
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, at best, mediocre. In the...
It’s my life, my taste

It’s my life, my taste

Taste. It exists in words, deeds, and non-verbal interactions. You have the right to remain tasteless, of course. Like so many of us. I’m sure you’ve noticed tasteless gestures, heard tasteless remarks, and have been tortured by tasteless relationships… they’re there everywhere. Therefore, taste has many forms. We’re literally surrounded by them and the way...
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 either.’ Specky nodded her head...
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 few nights back when I...
Stranger

Stranger

One word and yet it fills you with myriad thoughts and conclusions and extreme emotions too at times. I’ve seen people shy away from strangers, avoid them, hate them, shout at them, fearful of them, and sometimes wonder at their audacity. The word ‘stranger’ is familiar in our language and this is precisely where the...
When days are hot and scorching

When days are hot and scorching

‘One of the deadliest truths about life is that when days are hot and scorching all you remember are the evenings spent in scotching,’ said Saibal with a smile. Prodeep agreed with one whole-hearted nod and all others sitting there agreed. Not everyone loves scotching, but then no one really loves getting scorched. And this...
The turn

The turn

‘I’d like to drive,’ he said, ‘I have a licence too now.’ And as he said this, his right hand involuntarily patted his back-pocket. His driving licence there was the reason behind the excitement in his voice. But I knew he wasn’t yet ready to drive on the highway, so I asked, ‘If I gave...
The Megma Dharma

The Megma Dharma

What’s ‘Megma Dharma’? Before I tell you what this means, let me just say that there are other words that could easily have replaced ‘dharma’ when it converged with Megma. I’m sure there will be people who’d call it the ‘Megma Trauma’ or use even ‘stigma’… life is so full of interpretations that each of...