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.
Reviews
Conversion is a good word in the blogging world

Conversion is a good word in the blogging world

The most common conversion that I see happening in the online world is people with no love for words or expression turning into bloggers. No, they neither sit under the Bodhi Tree meditating to stumble upon the true nature of blogging, nor do they go for the proverbial arduous treks over virgin hazardous terrain to...
Between hating and loving watchdogs

Between hating and loving watchdogs

Even when I was a student of kindergarten there was a sense of liberty and free thought that was a part of my existence and had even told one smiling teacher who stood near my desk watching me draw, ‘Ma’am, I’ll show my drawing to you once I’ve finished it. Your standing here disturbs my...
I am who I am, and who I wanna be

I am who I am, and who I wanna be

This mantra is all over the social media today. The young as well as the young at heart swear by it… and believe me, it isn’t just the virtual space that is impregnated and incepted with these words, one sees them reflected in real life as well. Cool and smart is all over. Not just...
A dark and romantic world. Review of ‘Badlapur’

A dark and romantic world. Review of ‘Badlapur’

Go on, dedicate as many romantic songs to the moon as you want, it will still continue to have its dark side. Ask the moon about it and it won’t really know about it… and I’m unsure if Raghu, the main protagonist of ‘Badlapur’, really knew about his dark side. The film transits from romantic...
A Play that yawned

A Play that yawned

Plays are like ‘the cry of the human spirit trying to understand itself and make sense of our world.’ (L M Elliott) Yes, even those plays that resort to humour. Even slap-stick humour makes the chaotic world a tad simpler for us. But ‘Taj Mahal Ka Tender’, a comedy play in Hindustani seemed to transcend...
A secret agent called DIPS

A secret agent called DIPS

We are all thrill seekers and love seeing secret agents everywhere… in fiction and in our real life as well. I have this strange feeling that we mortals love our brush with thrill whenever it is possible. I’ll tell you of the strangest encounter with a secret agent that I had just a few weeks...
Ours isn’t a colourless world

Ours isn’t a colourless world

I have no idea about what it is like on the other planets in the far away galaxies but ours has lots of colour in it. Even the colour blind here can sense colours in a way that is quite different from the way others do it… so though jaded or faded, colours are definitely...
It’s always about imagination

It’s always about imagination

Imagination rules… Imagination scores… and imagination wins every time, without exception. You see, creation is a result of imagination… and so whenever I see a new gadget, device or even a car all I try to see is how well imagination has been used. Is it unusual? Are there elements of the unexpected? Let me...
You can drive

You can drive

  You can expect the unexpected when bloggers get together to do anything… and believe me, this isn’t at all unpredictable. There will be lobbies made without anyone even trying, there will be jibes and snide remarks to hear if you have come with your ears cleaned up, and there will invariably be the whispered...
Solve mysteries in style

Solve mysteries in style

Stand straight, breathe in deeply and then look around with a mind that is unclogged by the day’s problems. In place of the mustiness of routine you will see the mysteries of the universe and you’ll probably sing to yourself, ‘What a wonderful world…’ Now then, I’m not just talking about the very new mystery...
Alphonso on a mountain trail

Alphonso on a mountain trail

I was standing on a mountain trail that was around 7300 feet above sea level and was surrounded by deodar, oak, pine, rhododendron and lots of spiny bushes. The trail had become faint and Specky, my wife, had a doubtful expression on her face. ‘Are you sure this trail is going to lead somewhere?’ she...
The writer as a master blender

The writer as a master blender

Imagine a reticent young man walking into a new monthly magazine office to submit his second or the third article… and from the rows of cubicles where serious sub-editors sat, one gets up suddenly, stops him and says, ‘Your article left an impression. Wonder if you can share the secret of staying true and creating...