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
When reason and passion converge

When reason and passion converge

There are only two things that a writer wants. Someone to talk to who can set a direction to his thoughts, and sometimes maybe even give the ideas that he builds upon. The other thing that encourages a writer is finding one who leaves him with enough time and resources to focus on his writing....
Yelling doesn't get your point across

Yelling doesn’t get your point across

It does matter to me that we live in times where yelling wins and silence loses and where political guile outruns an honest pat on the back. We live in times when you bug if you hug and are sought if you have the mind of a villain. ‘Put back the clock,’ I say, ‘or...
Passion for compassion

Passion for compassion

Compassion isn’t a funny word, but it is one of the easiest to hide anywhere. Just sit back and let the world go and bite, scratch, and maul each other and you will never be accused of being compassionate. I mean, why bother if a church is vandalised or a temple desecrated? Why lose sleep...
Gimme more… Gimme more…

Gimme more… Gimme more…

I know it isn’t easy to admit this, but I have always been a semi-literate illiterate. Let me illustrate this term with an example. When Pushkin, my son, was born, Specky, my wife, gave me a glance that seemed to say: ‘Can you just hold him while I change his diaper?’ And I looked at...
Bewildered

Bewildered

There’s a bit of ‘huh’ to this And there’s a bit of ‘ouch’ to this I wanna get closer to you But I’ve pimples & fun gets a miss! Oh well, I knew who was missing all the fun and I knew what could have helped. So did I let my secret out? Did I...
Caricatures and political fundamentalism

Caricatures and political fundamentalism

The world is full of bigots, junk-theologists, Bible-thumpers, Gita-thumpers, Koran-thumpers, Granth Sahib-thumpers, Zend Avesta-thumpers and so on… and they are all people trying to take advantage of religion to gain some political victory. Political fundamentalists are those who end up banning stuff like creative texts, poetry, fiction, and even cartoons even as they get together...
The creativity of intolerance

The creativity of intolerance

Intolerance is no longer a bumbling oaf or a brainless goon. Yet it continues to be both an oaf and a goon, although it now goes about calling itself creative. Well, there is freedom of speech in our country, and so we see these oafish goons adopting the newest tricks in the closet of vandalism...
You forced your way in

You forced your way in

I don’t know about you, but I have distorted facts, hidden them, and even lied outright more times than the number of years I have lived. Yes, there were small and big perceived advantages that must have come my way… a sales target completed, some more time gained before I submitted my reports, or an...
There's a lot of poetry in sex

There’s a lot of poetry in sex

Relationships creatively thrive on uncovering ‘the unheard melodies’, if I may be permitted to quote Wordsworth here… and we know of poets allowing their minds to venture forth to touch, caress, and mate with an idea before they are able to whisk it with words to write immortal lines. The sequence of the writing of...
Never finished, only abandoned

Never finished, only abandoned

Pre-marital sex has always been an exciting topic for discussions… never finished, only abandoned. Sex, pre-marital or otherwise, ‘is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken’ (Simone De Beauvoir)… and it is difficult not to agree to this existentialist from...
What I love about a village

What I love about a village

The difference. The difference between two things, places, beings, concepts, and creations is what holds the greatest fascination. The moment you are near an Indian village, you know in your mind that this isn’t a town or a city… and it isn’t just the size or the population that gives this impression. It is the...
‘I’ means a lot

‘I’ means a lot

When I say ‘I means a lot’, I mean a lot. I mean a life. I mean a life that is safe. I mean a life that is safe despite the hazards on our roads. I mean the roads. I mean the roads that I walk or drive on. I mean the rules. I mean...