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.
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On curves and their performance

On curves and their performance

It is the swerves of curves that have been winning all the glances and eye-balls throughout history. I even suspect that it was never the face, but the curves… ‘that launch’d a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium…’ …and so why must technology remain behind? Even Sonam Kapoor, the actress, says: ‘We...
Tipsy twitter

Tipsy twitter

‘Life is lived in 140 characters,’ said Specky that fine evening as she took a sip of Black Dog TGR. I agreed with this notion and replied, ‘True. We are so like tweets, full of spelling errors, without the grammar of sanity, and in a hurry to say everything fast.’ Specky laughed. Sometimes I wonder...
Ideas that work

Ideas that work

It is often said that where MBAs are known to strut around with strategies that fail, an ordinary man on the street is replete with ideas that are workable… and often work. So it is with the mighty writers and food specialists telling us of what can be subtle and what is too raucous for...
Art-forms for a brew

Art-forms for a brew

It is a speech that I am going to quote here in this post… a whisky speech… and then I am going to try to write the same speech as if it were a poem. I’m sure all those who love their malt are going to be nodding in appreciation. Noah “Soggy” Sweat made his...
Tones, textures, and an evening with a 12 YO

Tones, textures, and an evening with a 12 YO

Words, aromas, and flavours have the power to evoke a sense of oneness if they are the right ones coming together. Almost like the time I sat with my wife on the terrace and poured from a bottle of Black Dog 18 YO. ‘Deep, golden, glossy, and mahogany,’ I said softly. My wife looked on...
Seductive Aromas

Seductive Aromas

It was one of those evenings when the intense amber gold of the setting sun decides not to hide behind the darkness of the night until it has seduced you completely. The intense amber gold and the shimmering highlights enter your mind and pervade all the senses… almost the way Black Dog does. We were...
App tasting for a Black Dog fan

App tasting for a Black Dog fan

We were five friends coming together after a fairly long time and as we sat on the terrace taking up one past memory after another, we realised that each of us was peering into their smartphone after every few minutes. So I said, ‘Come on guys, let’s keep our official business away for this evening...
WHIZky - A crossword for whisky lovers

WHIZky – A crossword for whisky lovers

Yes, WHIZky is indeed a crossword for whisky lovers. Though you may need to take a print of the grid that I have added to this post as an image. The clues are given just below the grid image… and the answers? Well, the answers too are right on this page and you just need to...
Cola de Gallo started it all

Cola de Gallo started it all

There are words… then there are words with a story… and finally there are words with a lot of stories trailing them. Cocktail is one word that has no limit to the stories that can be connected to it. Who wouldn’t want to be a part the history of a word that most of humanity...
Usquebaugh

Usquebaugh

Usquebaugh! I first read this word emblazoned on a tee-shirt and I thought, ‘Here is another one who is wearing something he probably doesn’t know the meaning of!’ I didn’t just go on thinking, I went up to this man and asked, ‘Sir, this seems to be an interesting word. What does it mean?’ He...
Blending truth, senses, and poetry

Blending truth, senses, and poetry

An approximately 130 years old brand, calling itself the perfect scotch is what Black Dog is all about. Yes, someone did once describe this scotch as sunlight held together by water… though I’m sure Sir Walter Millard, a Scot, might not have agreed to the technicalities of the phrase but would surely have loved the...
A little rap for Mother’s Day

A little rap for Mother’s Day

This morning when I got up and switched on my laptop, I was still groggy. I had had a late night and was too full of the hundreds of words and sentences from last night’s blog writing. I could hear Specky asking me from the kitchen, to brush my teeth… well, she was preparing my...