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.
Posts tagged "Fantastico"
You aren’t going to fade away – 1

You aren’t going to fade away – 1

You aren’t going to fade away just as DSLRs aren’t going to be extinct. Neither are books disappearing… nor our daily newspapers on their way out. To fade out is not their destiny. ‘The pager disappeared, didn’t it?’ pointed out Specky, my wife. ‘Yes, it did,’ I replied, ‘after all even Dodos aren’t with us...
The magical marriage app

The magical marriage app

Well, you may not believe this but navigation through technology for the music of a peppy marriage is possible. All you need is an imaginary app (because no has yet thought of creating one that my rhyming couplets talk about) to make it all happen. And if this really happens, all one can say with...
Of bloggers and blunders

Of bloggers and blunders

God in his infinite wisdom decided to place bloggers and blunders only a vowel away from each other in the dictionary. You don’t think there is anything in this that needs to be taken seriously… right? You feel this is simply another chronology coincidence that I have stumbled upon and that, like the media, I...
The fine art of finding something you weren’t looking for

The fine art of finding something you weren’t looking for

This is an everyday occurrence with me. I find things in the book-shelf, almirah, cupboard, and even on my study table that I am not really looking for now but remember that when I had wanted them they were not to be found anywhere. So I have speeded from desperation to nonchalance in a blink...
The nation wants to know

The nation wants to know

Don’t you worry, I am not going to make this post a political flumadiddle because it isn’t going to mention what Pappu did recently or where Feku is right now (though we know they’re both getting acquainted with the textual details of French wines). So what else is there that the nation actually wants to...
Navigating through defaced history and culture

Navigating through defaced history and culture

Our monuments, gardens, streets, walls, and even books in libraries have one thing in common. They are all defaced. I remember it was a pain navigating my way through a garden without touching a tree where a heart or some name wasn’t etched. It is the same story with walls of houses, inside parking lots,...
Music speaks louder than words

Music speaks louder than words

It was Friedrich Nietzsche who wrote that ‘without music, life would be a mistake’. Leo Tolstoy called music the ‘shorthand of emotion’. Beethoven thought it was a ‘mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life’ and Missy Elliott was content to declare that it must necessarily ‘be your escape’. To me all these definitions sound...
Only creativity is infinite

Only creativity is infinite

‘Life is short, youth is finite, and opportunities endless,’ wrote Justin Rosenstein and I agree with him because I have seen that the human brain loves interacting with the endless flow of chances. A chance to succeed or a chance to reach out to fulfilment forms the main ingredient of every small or big race...
When imagination became Jotunheim

When imagination became Jotunheim

Jotunheim is not a city. It is a word from Scandinavian mythology and refers to the outer world or the realm of giants. The word has an interesting Germanic conceptual explanation and mentions innangard or something that is ‘inside the fence’ where existence is orderly and law-abiding and at the other end is the utangard...
An emotional acre on the road

An emotional acre on the road

  An emotional acre on the road – Zica review A car isn’t just a car but attempts to be an emotional bond. A relationship. It tries to be a drivable emotional acre on the road. Every time. Each of them. Some succeed and some do not. This is so much like any of our...