Posts tagged "real fiction"
Startups rewrite the rules

Startups rewrite the rules

There are defined steps for every action. Even when you’re making an omelet you follow a set routine and wouldn’t sprinkle salt-n-spices after it is all ready and plated. It is the same while dressing up for office or a party. Try wearing your vest over your shirt or your socks over your shoes. No,...
Ravana’s bloodline exists

Ravana’s bloodline exists

The Vedas, mysticism, mythological references, and ambition to reach the pinnacle as a strategic weapons consultant form the core components of an intrigue that define this thriller. ‘Divyastra’ written by Nimish Tanna and published by Become Shakespeare isn’t the usual terror-and-gore thriller but digresses into quite a bit of interesting story-telling without compromising with pace....
Hear me out, cancer cells

Hear me out, cancer cells

It’s the job of cancer cells to multiply I grant them their rightful high It’s their job to inflict pain I grant them this, though with disdain. But let the mind remain fighting fit Don’t let our thoughts be torpedoed, hit Cancer cells, spare the mind And we’ll weed you out bit by bit. ....
The secrets we keep

The secrets we keep

Writers love the word why As they know very well that Life without secrets is a lie Readers like pages that reveal The strange and the unknown One by one, like onions to peel And tales that wear mystery Like a shawl or even a mask Carry with them the secret key That one mind...
Even God must be in love with thrillers

Even God must be in love with thrillers

Those times when the heart Does the hop, skip, and jump Over chasms where the possibility Includes lava flowing incessantly But there isn’t a single clue around No hisses, no fumes, no heat waves Not even birds giving the game away By their indecision and silence. It is as if God was reading a thriller...
On Reading

On Reading

A whisper-laden stroll Adrenalin push in the dark Conversation with a mole Flying kiss for a lark… Reading is more than this And those who give it a miss Wouldn’t know that infinity Is a word-filled city! . . . . . . Arvind PasseyWritten on 25 April 2019
Notre-Dame Cathedral in 2014

Notre-Dame Cathedral in 2014

The small quaint stores in the area where one walks past Sainte Chapelle and Palais de Justice to reach the Notre-Dame cathedral are forever busy selling intricate symbols of religious mythology. We found these figurines of everyone from apostles to demons and forever alert gargoyles and decided to walk fast as we had already spent...
Jump into the pool, dammit!

Jump into the pool, dammit!

Seeing something bad happen and me learning a lesson was never a part of my destiny. In fact I can safely hazard a guess that most people are like me. We love watching, tut-tutting, discussing the importance of doing things the right way… and then going ahead and doing the same thing that had got...
Travel

Travel

What if there were no corridors No roads or paths No signs saying something No one to guide What if there was no somewhere No words to follow No sounds to obey Nowhere to reach Charming, I’d say For the real travel would then begin. . . . . . . Arvind Passey Written in...
There is no silence

There is no silence

There is no silence. Not when you hold your lover’s hands and look into her eyes, for these are moments when you can hear your heartbeat distinctly. Not when you are trekking on a mountain and there is no one around with music blaring from some Bluetooth speaker because you can still hear a distant...
All talk and yet nothing to say

All talk and yet nothing to say

Most of the students that I meet today tell me without mincing words that their teachers have a lot to talk about and yet nothing meaningful is ever communicated. Obviously then, words are in a constantly high supply but they are not being used effectively. This lack of meaningful communication in our classrooms has led...
The real fiction of mind-sets

The real fiction of mind-sets

Characters live in minds, they say And tethering us, they then spray The outside world with their own thoughts To have us all in unreal knots! They jump from inside books to be One with us, then we cease to see The truth as truth to us would be We see what they want us...