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
Adjectives for Sid

Adjectives for Sid

The book’s cover calls Sid a ‘man in progress’ and the cover behind the cover (yes, and that’s something of an innovation for a novel) calls him amiable, easy-going, lovable, beer-lover, idiosyncratic, witty, impulsive, thoughtless, vain, master of denial, idiotic, well-meaning, comical, vice-president, metrosexual, and smart-ass. Even his relationship with his wife in the first...
Wild at Heart and Weird on Top

Wild at Heart and Weird on Top

Yeah, so I agree with David Lynch when he said that ‘the whole world is wild at heart and weird on top’ because the words fit off-beat films like evil intent does to the wily wolf in that fairy tale with a red riding hood. Off-beat films are about the real facts that we are...
Remember 2013

Remember 2013

Remember an year that is past? Why? As it is life is so surrounded by the mists and haze of unanswered questions that trying to remember the past does seem like a task that isn’t going to be easy. ‘Even the future has this mist of unanswered questions and lots of haze and mist,’ said...
The other side of the net

The other side of the net

What does a fisherman see when he casts a net in the sea? He sees a full stomach, enough money to buy him and his family a lot of clothes and other things, smiles, songs, dances, and prosperity. This is a perspective that is so obvious and common… what is uncommon and not so obvious...
A life that is song-ready

A life that is song-ready

We all love a life full of music and songs… particularly if we are able to listen what we want to at a place of our choice and at a time of our choosing. It isn’t always possible to carry our massive music systems with us everywhere – but we’re lucky to be in an...
Bounce, buzz, and giggle

Bounce, buzz, and giggle

A blackberry can have a huge variety of reactions… on the emotive as well as the physical level. And I’m not talking about the blackberry that you hold in your hands to text or talk… I’m talking about the Blackberry Crush in the wide range of breezer flavours from Bacardi. For the absolutely uninitiated, a...
My Yoga Rhymes

My Yoga Rhymes

Night is gone but dreams are on And sleep for me goes on and on Until my wife says: ‘Get up, you bum Brush your teeth to be my chum!’  ‘There’s a better way,’ says my tab. And it is my trusty smiling lab!  ‘Set an alarm of a song you like And you’ll wake...
Nikonology and the God of Indian Photography

Nikonology and the God of Indian Photography

A few days back, I had the opportunity to get really close to the God of Indian photography, RAGHU RAI… talk to him, listen to his ideas on this art form and also attend a Nikonology session conducted by the Nikon Technical Team. It was an experience that was unbeatable. This blogger meet was called...
Passion isn’t a fashion but a way of life!

Passion isn’t a fashion but a way of life!

I wouldn’t say: ‘What is life without a passion?’ I would, on the other hand, insist on asking: ‘Is there a life without a passion?’ You then just might curl your lips to reveal a villainous smile and drawl, ‘Is passion always Jamaican?’ Jamaican Passion. Ah! This is a coming together of words that brings...
Who got hit? – Review of ‘Chennai Express’

Who got hit? – Review of ‘Chennai Express’

Yes, who got hit? What gets hit is surely not the real in me… and certainly not the fantasy within me. The movie actually made the fantasy genes in me prance with a lot of joy and the real in me was relieved to find a break worth the time spent watching this movie. I...
The bike ride to Dehradun

The bike ride to Dehradun

Sweet nothings, mushy gushing, emotions flowing in rivulets, and holding hands as you whisper the same words and the same sentences a hundredth time… if this is what makes a platinum day of love… then I must admit I might never have had a platinum day of love! But then, the years spent together are...
The muse

The muse

A muse isn’t always a Goddess A muse need not really be her For me, an impulse racing Through me making me write Or making me create art Is nothing short of muse And so an old crumbling page From a book I read years back Can trigger this creative impulse So can the smell...