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 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...
The blackest black helps us see the truth

The blackest black helps us see the truth

Vantablack. Or as the scientists say, this is super black. Nothingness. I read about the Vantablack nanotubes only recently and know that these are to be launched in July 2014 at the Farnborough International Airshow. ‘Vantablack’s nanotubes are so small and tightly packed that the material not only prevents nearly all light from penetrating it,...
The new-age intellectual

The new-age intellectual

We all lean… towards opinions, thoughts, doctrines, and dogmas. This is the easiest thing to do. To ‘unlean’ means you may have to go through the torture of unlearning. To unlearn is to embrace a change in actions and stances that may not then remain an activity that prances about in the world of thoughts...
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...