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
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...
Education is for ediots

Education is for ediots

Let me say at the outset that education has single-handedly pushed humanity into a vicious cycle where we’re going round and round in circles that are stacked on top of each other. By this definition we should be high enough to watch even the Everest look alarmingly up as we merrily trot on our circular...
Generation gaps are meant to be overcome

Generation gaps are meant to be overcome

‘How will you define a VIP in your life?’ asked a friend once. I replied, ‘Well, certainly not the sort who distance themselves by layers of Z-security and create traffic snarls.’ I was silent for a while and my friend continued to look at me for a more elaborate explanation. I then decided to answer...
There is nothing wrong with ‘I’

There is nothing wrong with ‘I’

I choose. I am responsible. I need to be accountable. I love. I am not flawless. I need a bit of sex in my life. I need to constantly improve. I need to help others achieve their potential. 
The reply

The reply

‘What if I were to wake up as a five year old child?’ I asked. Specky, my wife looked at and simply said, ‘You’re tired after the long flight from London to Delhi and I think you need sleep.’ When I persisted, she dismissed my question as being one that had too many unanswered elements....
The nomad in me loves black

The nomad in me loves black

I know the nomad in me. I know how excited he gets when a plane takes off… that is like a trigger that awakens the traveller instincts that are otherwise content to remain silently observant except a nudge now and then to buy another lens kit or take part in some other blogging contest that...