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
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...
Rolling in roles

Rolling in roles

BLOG This word was small, seemingly strong, and had a great new-age rolling effect in my mouth… but its meaning confused me. I asked people around me what a blog really was but all I got was everything between a few stuttered exclamations and deliberately averted eyes. Nobody was sure but a lot of them...
Why do rivers run?

Why do rivers run?

We were in a train going from Delhi to Jhansi and as we crossed the river Chambal, my four year old son sat transfixed looking out. He had been looking out throughout the journey, but after we crossed this river he turned to his mother and asked, ‘Where is the river going?’ ‘A river runs,’...
The smiling side of life

The smiling side of life

Life smiles when we get more than we expect out of it. There is a twinkle in the eyes, the eyebrows arch like a ballerina does, the nostrils quiver with excitement and the lips seem to forget every other emotion than what we call a smile. When this happens, all the hormones in the body...
In pursuit of a promise

In pursuit of a promise

Life has three Ps… pursuit, promise, and perception. Each of us is seemingly pursuing a goal, a person, an idea, a thought, or an ambition. Our moments are full of promises to others, to our own self, to inanimate objects, and God. What we do and how we go about doing it is inextricably bound...
Thinking like a woman

Thinking like a woman

I looked at Specky and said, ‘No, I wasn’t in a store when this happened. Not even haggling with the vegetable vendor. Nor was I buying movie tickets. And yes, not even booking a new car on the telephone.’ ‘Were you in some imaginary world then?’ asked Specky, my wife. I looked at her with...
My heart is all my own

My heart is all my own

Specky asked me, ‘How far would you go to get closer to someone you love?’ I looked at her with smiling eyes and replied, ‘As close as my truth would allow me to.’ I explained to her later that I wouldn’t ever promise to get stars or the moon for her and anyway, even without...
Passion, Pain, and Possibility

Passion, Pain, and Possibility

The year was 1994. Specky, my wife, came in and said, ‘I’ve won the scholarship.’ That’s it. Nothing more. But I didn’t need any more information. I knew exactly what she meant. She had just been awarded the Commonwealth Scholarship to go and get her DPhil from the UK. So this is how I got...