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
The impressions

The impressions

As I walked by a pile of garbage lying unattended in an otherwise clean market in Delhi, I heard a well-to-do woman say, ‘We Indians are instinctively unhygienic.’ I stopped, looked at her with a smile that clearly said ‘hear me out’. She instinctively stopped and her body language said ‘I’m ready to hear your...
In defence of spending

In defence of spending

I am not an economist nor am I a business consultant, so do not expect this post to be overflowing with graphs and the sort of definitions that meander everywhere before saying: ‘I admit I am lost!’ Let me just say that it is too tempting to talk of an economy that is contracting or...
Reimagining our world

Reimagining our world

Politicians are forever doing this. I mean, reimagining the world. They have glorious day-dreams of cleaning up the safes of the rich and the poor, the mighty and the insignificant, the tax-payer and the cheat… they love clean safes. Even their safes in their homes are generally clean, unless the transfer to their Swiss bank...
Toilets and UFO sightings

Toilets and UFO sightings

In a country where a fraction of us go ahead and prepare for the TOEFL and IELTS exams, there are millions who will fail a simple vocabulary test. Ask them the meaning of these terms that the privileged few of us know and understand and you’ll know at least one of the most sordid truths...
The good, bad, and ugly of hunger

The good, bad, and ugly of hunger

‘Stay hungry, stay foolish’ said Steve Jobs and the world applauded. Yes, this is the desirable side of hunger… so we know there is some good in hunger. It makes the world’s imaginative folk with a lot of vision do what must be done in a perpetual state of yearning. The bad and the ugly...
Happiness is…

Happiness is…

Happiness is… …what a thought black-out isn’t. Ask a writer what it is to get an inspired thought, an idea that simply disappears the moment he is ready at his desk with the laptop switched on and a word processor blank document open. The thought black-out ensures that the blank page turns black. But when...
Harlots of destiny

Harlots of destiny

Madhur, a very good friend, wrote on facebook: ‘The best learning in the world is from understanding life. Most people never learn.’ This happened to one of the more agreeable updates on facebook… most updates by most people are frivolous forwarded messages and so when something like this comes along, it tickles the thought processes...
Tiddy & Pipi

Tiddy & Pipi

Hi there Tiddy & Pipi I know I’m supposed to write a post to one person who I missed the most this Diwali… but hey, don’t they say that marriage transforms two souls into one? Well, so for me you two are just one entity now. London must be far colder than the sort of...
A little more is a lot more

A little more is a lot more

  There are more than 3 crore Indians settled abroad but that isn’t more. It isn’t less as well but then only numbers are never more. This summer I was in London and stayed with my son and daughter-in-law… and the two months that we spent in London have made me revise the way I...
Smile Times

Smile Times

Celebrations and festivities are invariably under duress these days. These are cataclysmic times and a lot of people all over the world are suffering because of one reason or the other. But is remaining glum or serious or in darkness the only ways of showing solidarity with them? I mean, what they need is more...
Escaping health rules

Escaping health rules

When I was small I was always escaping health rules. ‘Don’t get up late. Going to sleep late is unhealthy!’ my father always shouted… and I invariably went to sleep late as I was reading fiction, over-slept and was forever reaching school late and getting a massive moral lecture from my Principal every day. I...
Ghar redefined

Ghar redefined

Yes, there is nothing like celebrating Diwali at home. I still remember everything that happened when I was a school kid. ‘Leave your novel aside right now and come here,’ shouted mummy. I dropped the P G Wodehouse that I was reading and ran into the kitchen. The sight of freshly palmed besan ke laddoo...