Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Kalamezhuthu - The art of creating very large pictures on floor is more than 2000 years old
Kalamezhuthu
The art of creating very large pictures on floor is more than 2000 years old, with coloured powders have been in vogue for ages as a ritual art form. It is typically south indian and unique to Kerala.It is a harmonic blend of Dravidian and Tribal traditions.
As an art form it has found a significant place among our rich spectrum of fine arts and is the only art form that exists with a three dimensional perspective not found in any other art form that exisits from the ancient world.In most other parts of India this art exists as a domestic routine of Hindus, who consider it auspicious to draw certain patterns at the door step and courtyard to welcome a deity into the house. It is called by names like Rangoli, Kolam etc.
Usually Kalamezhuthu is conducted as part of the general festivities in the temple, or as part of a major ritual like Nagapuja. The rituals related to the Kalam are performed by the artists themselves, usually the traditional drummers. Offerings like rice and other grains are heaped in appointed places in and around the drawing and the room is decorated with flowers, leaves and garlands. Lighting is of utmost importance in these rituals. Only oil lamps are used. Singing hymns in praise of the deity is the most important part of the ritual. The type of songs vary considerably (from folk to classical) depending on the deity being worshipped. The drawing starts at appointed time and shall be erased immediately after the rituals related to the Kalam are over.
All these rituals are performed in places of worship called "Kavu" (roughly translated as grove) or small temples. Besides general welfare of the village, these rituals aim at warding off of such calamities like Small Pox and other epidemic diseases, by the benevolence of the goddess. This belief is stemmed in the story of Bhadrakali defeating and killing Darikasura, whose associates terrorised the entire universe by spreading terrible contagious diseases. Theeyattu is one of such performing arts, popular in the central part of Kerala. Like most others of similar lines, Theeyattu also is accompanied by a number of mandatory rituals, some of them artistic and others purely ritualistic, often associated with Bhadrakali worship.
Kalamezhuthu & Pattu
The word Kalamezhuthu may be roughly translated as Powder Drawing. This is a magnificent form drawing performed by drawing large figures using coloured powders. No tools like brush are used for the purpose. The powder is spread on the floor in the desired pattern with bare hands, letting it in a thin stream between the thumb and the index finger. These large pictures are drawn on the floor of the temple hall or specially prepared pandal (pavilion) rendered sacred by purifying rituals and decorated elegantly with tender leaves and colourful flowers.
The picture (called Kalam) is drawn according to stringent guidelines in respect of pattern, details and dimensions. The powders are made out of naturally available material. The are of five colours, representing the five elements (Water, Air, Sky, Fire and Earth) called Panchabhootas, which constitute everything created. These materials are Rice (white), Charcoal of husk (black), Turmeric (yellow), a mixture of lime and turmeric (red) and green leaves of certain trees.
The process of Kalamezhuthu starts at noon on the day when Theeyattu is to be performed during the night. The ritual starts with singing songs in praise of Ganapathi, Saraswathi, Guru (celestial preceptor) and other gods. The singing is accompanied by drums and gongs. The figure drawn is that of goddess Bhadrakali, in the fierce mood after killing Darikasura. She is portrayed with eight hands, each bearing a different weapon (like sword, spear, discus, pestle, bow etc..), except two. One of these holds aloft the severed head of Darikasura by the hair. The other hand holds a platter to collect the blood dripping from the severed head. When the drawing completed, lighted oil lamps are placed in strategic positions to further brighten the colours.
Sandhya kottu (Percussion concert at dusk)
All the percussion instruments used in the performance join in a concert at sunset. This is a ritual announcing to those staying around that a performance is due that night. This had a particular significance in the old days when modern publicity methods were not available. Ethirelpu (Procession)
This is a ritual in vogue almost in every temple as part of the festivities. The idol designated for the purpose will be taken out in a procession around the temple. It will be preceded by girls bearing decorated platters and percussion concert.
Kalam Pattu
Songs in praise of the goddess are sung near the Kalam. In this she will be narrated from head to foot and vice versa, with the accompaniment of designated percussion instruments.
Gurudi
This is a mandatory ritual performed before Theeyattu to appease the demonic spirits (Bhootha) who assisted the goddess in her ordeal. This is a tantrik ritual resembling a sacrifice.
Theeyattu
The performance part of the art is done by a single actor called Theeyattunni. He enters the venue, lighted by a huge oil lamp, with the make up of goddess Bhadrakali, minus the headgear. He chants several hymns invoking the benevolence of various gods for the success of the performance and welfare of the audience. He wears the huge headgear in front of the audience. From that moment onwards he represents the goddess. The performance is presented as if Bhadrakali is reporting the incidents leading to the killing of Darikasura to her father, Lord Siva, represented here by the lighted lamp.
The performance develops through several chants, dances of thandava style, gestures and gesticulations. The gestures are rarely in strict accordance with Hastha Mudras of classical dance. The script, prose or verse, of the goddess is rendered by the actor, whereas all others are rendered by one of the accompanists.The act is concluded by the enacting of the killing of Darikasura, representing the destruction of evil
Kalamezhuthu is unique form of ancient art found only in Kerala South India. Here it is essentially a temple art. The patterns to be drawn and the colours chosen are traditionally stipulated, and the tradition is strictly adhered to. Kalams are drawn in connection with the worship of Devi, Naga and Sastha. Certain variations of the rituals are found in Tantric rituals too. In each case the patterns, minutest details, dimensions and colour choice are mandatory and not arbitrary. The patterns vary considerably depending on the occasion, but rarely by the choice of the artist. Even the order of creation is laid down. The drawing of the large picture develops gradually about a central line, drawn with the black powder. Sketching, if done, is also with powder only. The coloured picture is developed patch by patch, growing outward.
Sadly there are few communities left in kerala to continue with this amazing,three dimensional art form
Kings/Kingsley
The art of creating very large pictures on floor is more than 2000 years old, with coloured powders have been in vogue for ages as a ritual art form. It is typically south indian and unique to Kerala.It is a harmonic blend of Dravidian and Tribal traditions.
As an art form it has found a significant place among our rich spectrum of fine arts and is the only art form that exists with a three dimensional perspective not found in any other art form that exisits from the ancient world.In most other parts of India this art exists as a domestic routine of Hindus, who consider it auspicious to draw certain patterns at the door step and courtyard to welcome a deity into the house. It is called by names like Rangoli, Kolam etc.
Usually Kalamezhuthu is conducted as part of the general festivities in the temple, or as part of a major ritual like Nagapuja. The rituals related to the Kalam are performed by the artists themselves, usually the traditional drummers. Offerings like rice and other grains are heaped in appointed places in and around the drawing and the room is decorated with flowers, leaves and garlands. Lighting is of utmost importance in these rituals. Only oil lamps are used. Singing hymns in praise of the deity is the most important part of the ritual. The type of songs vary considerably (from folk to classical) depending on the deity being worshipped. The drawing starts at appointed time and shall be erased immediately after the rituals related to the Kalam are over.
All these rituals are performed in places of worship called "Kavu" (roughly translated as grove) or small temples. Besides general welfare of the village, these rituals aim at warding off of such calamities like Small Pox and other epidemic diseases, by the benevolence of the goddess. This belief is stemmed in the story of Bhadrakali defeating and killing Darikasura, whose associates terrorised the entire universe by spreading terrible contagious diseases. Theeyattu is one of such performing arts, popular in the central part of Kerala. Like most others of similar lines, Theeyattu also is accompanied by a number of mandatory rituals, some of them artistic and others purely ritualistic, often associated with Bhadrakali worship.
Kalamezhuthu & Pattu
The word Kalamezhuthu may be roughly translated as Powder Drawing. This is a magnificent form drawing performed by drawing large figures using coloured powders. No tools like brush are used for the purpose. The powder is spread on the floor in the desired pattern with bare hands, letting it in a thin stream between the thumb and the index finger. These large pictures are drawn on the floor of the temple hall or specially prepared pandal (pavilion) rendered sacred by purifying rituals and decorated elegantly with tender leaves and colourful flowers.
The picture (called Kalam) is drawn according to stringent guidelines in respect of pattern, details and dimensions. The powders are made out of naturally available material. The are of five colours, representing the five elements (Water, Air, Sky, Fire and Earth) called Panchabhootas, which constitute everything created. These materials are Rice (white), Charcoal of husk (black), Turmeric (yellow), a mixture of lime and turmeric (red) and green leaves of certain trees.
The process of Kalamezhuthu starts at noon on the day when Theeyattu is to be performed during the night. The ritual starts with singing songs in praise of Ganapathi, Saraswathi, Guru (celestial preceptor) and other gods. The singing is accompanied by drums and gongs. The figure drawn is that of goddess Bhadrakali, in the fierce mood after killing Darikasura. She is portrayed with eight hands, each bearing a different weapon (like sword, spear, discus, pestle, bow etc..), except two. One of these holds aloft the severed head of Darikasura by the hair. The other hand holds a platter to collect the blood dripping from the severed head. When the drawing completed, lighted oil lamps are placed in strategic positions to further brighten the colours.
Sandhya kottu (Percussion concert at dusk)
All the percussion instruments used in the performance join in a concert at sunset. This is a ritual announcing to those staying around that a performance is due that night. This had a particular significance in the old days when modern publicity methods were not available. Ethirelpu (Procession)
This is a ritual in vogue almost in every temple as part of the festivities. The idol designated for the purpose will be taken out in a procession around the temple. It will be preceded by girls bearing decorated platters and percussion concert.
Kalam Pattu
Songs in praise of the goddess are sung near the Kalam. In this she will be narrated from head to foot and vice versa, with the accompaniment of designated percussion instruments.
Gurudi
This is a mandatory ritual performed before Theeyattu to appease the demonic spirits (Bhootha) who assisted the goddess in her ordeal. This is a tantrik ritual resembling a sacrifice.
Theeyattu
The performance part of the art is done by a single actor called Theeyattunni. He enters the venue, lighted by a huge oil lamp, with the make up of goddess Bhadrakali, minus the headgear. He chants several hymns invoking the benevolence of various gods for the success of the performance and welfare of the audience. He wears the huge headgear in front of the audience. From that moment onwards he represents the goddess. The performance is presented as if Bhadrakali is reporting the incidents leading to the killing of Darikasura to her father, Lord Siva, represented here by the lighted lamp.
The performance develops through several chants, dances of thandava style, gestures and gesticulations. The gestures are rarely in strict accordance with Hastha Mudras of classical dance. The script, prose or verse, of the goddess is rendered by the actor, whereas all others are rendered by one of the accompanists.The act is concluded by the enacting of the killing of Darikasura, representing the destruction of evil
Kalamezhuthu is unique form of ancient art found only in Kerala South India. Here it is essentially a temple art. The patterns to be drawn and the colours chosen are traditionally stipulated, and the tradition is strictly adhered to. Kalams are drawn in connection with the worship of Devi, Naga and Sastha. Certain variations of the rituals are found in Tantric rituals too. In each case the patterns, minutest details, dimensions and colour choice are mandatory and not arbitrary. The patterns vary considerably depending on the occasion, but rarely by the choice of the artist. Even the order of creation is laid down. The drawing of the large picture develops gradually about a central line, drawn with the black powder. Sketching, if done, is also with powder only. The coloured picture is developed patch by patch, growing outward.
Sadly there are few communities left in kerala to continue with this amazing,three dimensional art form
Kings/Kingsley
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Shocking Truth About Me
I am an atheist. That’s the next worst thing you can say in this world after I am gay. Neither is wrong, if you really consider it to be ones personal choice. But telling your religious parents that you find the whole idea about religions funny, doesn’t give you a funny result. How dare you think logically and reason huh? Younger ones more or less accept it without much fuss. But some still think - It’s the new in thing among some metal heads like satanic worship and devil cults. They don’t understand that atheists don’t believe in that either. Satan sure sounds cool and seems to be thinking more on our terms, but it’s still a myth. It’s the God believers who believe in satan and hell and all those cool names American pubs have.
So with my enlightened self, I thought its good to have conversation with religious people regarding religion. I thought it was educational to have debates with them. I thought they would listen to my point of view, just like I listen to theirs. I thought they would consider it to be fair to hear my case. So, I was wrong. Sue me.
I was wrong because of religious people and their strong faith. Its quiet interesting what happens to their strong faith when you even say anything remotely negative about their religion. The faith that’s not supposed to waver, that’s not supposed to be doubted, that’s not supposed to be affected by anything, just vanishes and is replaced by anger or irritation. They all take it personally. Well faith is a personal matter you might say. People hold it very close and it’s like insulting their mother or likes. But that doesn’t mean that others can’t question them. I mean, if I tell a person, your mother actually doesn’t exist and that she’s a myth, the person would at worst laugh at me. Because that person knows for sure it is not true. But when I say hey your god doesn’t exist, they go crazy fucking wild. Because they are not sure if its true and don’t want it to be questioned?
It’s not normal to be an atheist in this world. But like Richard Dawkins said, everyone is an atheist. As far as a muslim is concerned, a Christian or a hindu is an atheist, because he doesn’t believe in allah. Atheist just goes one god further. Anyway. The point is, I had people come and ask me what made me an atheist. And I answer them. With all the reasons I have for it. Starting from how rubbish the idea sounds to me. Whoa! That’s blasphemy, that’s murder. Come on. I don’t expect people to listen to me and convert to atheism. I don’t expect them to believe or even understand what I believe in. But at the least, let me be. I can drink and smoke myself to death, and they wont care. But I don’t go to temples and hey I am wasting my life away. I will pay for it in hell. I guess I would have to pay anyway. So how much is a beer for?
I personally think religion is the root of many evils and that god is a mythical super hero. But that’s my perspective. I will stick to it. I don’t want any ones support, and I can very well handle people ridiculing me. Because I believe in atheism. I don’t fool myself and the rest of the world that I believe it. I just do. So it doesn’t matter to me what they say about how I think, I will continue being myself and I won’t take any of it personally. So for people who get insulted every time I say Mahabharatha is an entertaining story or that I think Jesus Christ is a fictional character, I guess I cant do much about it. Hold on to your faith, if you really have one
So with my enlightened self, I thought its good to have conversation with religious people regarding religion. I thought it was educational to have debates with them. I thought they would listen to my point of view, just like I listen to theirs. I thought they would consider it to be fair to hear my case. So, I was wrong. Sue me.
I was wrong because of religious people and their strong faith. Its quiet interesting what happens to their strong faith when you even say anything remotely negative about their religion. The faith that’s not supposed to waver, that’s not supposed to be doubted, that’s not supposed to be affected by anything, just vanishes and is replaced by anger or irritation. They all take it personally. Well faith is a personal matter you might say. People hold it very close and it’s like insulting their mother or likes. But that doesn’t mean that others can’t question them. I mean, if I tell a person, your mother actually doesn’t exist and that she’s a myth, the person would at worst laugh at me. Because that person knows for sure it is not true. But when I say hey your god doesn’t exist, they go crazy fucking wild. Because they are not sure if its true and don’t want it to be questioned?
It’s not normal to be an atheist in this world. But like Richard Dawkins said, everyone is an atheist. As far as a muslim is concerned, a Christian or a hindu is an atheist, because he doesn’t believe in allah. Atheist just goes one god further. Anyway. The point is, I had people come and ask me what made me an atheist. And I answer them. With all the reasons I have for it. Starting from how rubbish the idea sounds to me. Whoa! That’s blasphemy, that’s murder. Come on. I don’t expect people to listen to me and convert to atheism. I don’t expect them to believe or even understand what I believe in. But at the least, let me be. I can drink and smoke myself to death, and they wont care. But I don’t go to temples and hey I am wasting my life away. I will pay for it in hell. I guess I would have to pay anyway. So how much is a beer for?
I personally think religion is the root of many evils and that god is a mythical super hero. But that’s my perspective. I will stick to it. I don’t want any ones support, and I can very well handle people ridiculing me. Because I believe in atheism. I don’t fool myself and the rest of the world that I believe it. I just do. So it doesn’t matter to me what they say about how I think, I will continue being myself and I won’t take any of it personally. So for people who get insulted every time I say Mahabharatha is an entertaining story or that I think Jesus Christ is a fictional character, I guess I cant do much about it. Hold on to your faith, if you really have one
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The Little Flower Seller
Dear me!!! those two little eyes,
fumbling balls of petrified innocence.
How do i forget you my angel face,
even if am deprived of thine rosy glance.
Amidst the lifeless vagabondage in hell,
A fugitive here, folding my enormous wings in pain.
stalking around the obscurity, i met her,
that little archangel.
She, a primrose, bounded by blood roses,
as they wait for the lovers.
Stretching a bud, fresh with sweet odor,
she baffled thus, for my hand took the
bloom carefully.
Undecided, for whom this blot of love rests,
yet i held it over my bashful heart dreamily;
A loner from the black and white,
my bosom never suits this herring.
Death, her focus on my angel's gift,
and my palm felt a petal trembling;
Even as the scarlet face beamed proud,
unaware of its ephemeral moments.
I lend the flower to a souring heart,
it killed his misery and won a hand;
How glad am to tell this to my sprite,
for i marched with an overwhelming mind.
The streets looked in absolute endurance,
except for the primrose, that's vanished;
A chill slit my toneless face,
as i saw the bloodspurted petals amidst
that dull crowd.
They closed her eyes for the last sleep;
wrapped in a cheap cotton, there lies my
little seraph, her face still, yet gleaming.
Snatched away by the wheels of a raging city,
her soul ambled over someone's weep.
What an irony and fate i hold here,
for my heart is still not crying.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
If you too go away
If you too go away,
From this lonesome catacomb,
I shall then have no way,
Than to sell my soul aplomb,
To the sorcerer and devil,
Who will breed my blood,
in several packets of vile.
Don’t leave me amidst this,
Pile of skulls and bile,
For you don’t know how,
horrible and besotted can,
these undead grow into my spirit.
If you too are gone,
Oh dearest one,
What I may loose is the green,
Vapor dream that would rise,
to my gray fungus sky,
and shower clueless fruits,
or makes you and me,
and forbids all that forbids.
Never ever leave me alone,
In this garden of faces,
For I know, the beetles
and petals change everyday,
as everyday changes them.
Oh! If you too go away,
I would prefer to be a statue,
Who will stand above,
this greasy town for ages,
to take all the rain with heat,
In this unashamed meditation,
Dear courageous love of mine,
sever this hollow jugular vein
And let the sea of storm that is
so dead and demonic inside
my volcanic past, escape forever.
From this lonesome catacomb,
I shall then have no way,
Than to sell my soul aplomb,
To the sorcerer and devil,
Who will breed my blood,
in several packets of vile.
Don’t leave me amidst this,
Pile of skulls and bile,
For you don’t know how,
horrible and besotted can,
these undead grow into my spirit.
If you too are gone,
Oh dearest one,
What I may loose is the green,
Vapor dream that would rise,
to my gray fungus sky,
and shower clueless fruits,
or makes you and me,
and forbids all that forbids.
Never ever leave me alone,
In this garden of faces,
For I know, the beetles
and petals change everyday,
as everyday changes them.
Oh! If you too go away,
I would prefer to be a statue,
Who will stand above,
this greasy town for ages,
to take all the rain with heat,
In this unashamed meditation,
Dear courageous love of mine,
sever this hollow jugular vein
And let the sea of storm that is
so dead and demonic inside
my volcanic past, escape forever.
A One-to-One
“ I know you won’t talk to me”, she shot back.
It’d done nothing good, instead had infuriated his senses, for the reason that he felt her way of tossing words was just to force an equalizer for the probable accusations, he might have thrown at her. She had well anticipated the things. She didn’t want overwork on that, as she always had lived like that. Planned and pursued her way for she was like some of the other girls. Nervous and suspicious without the confidence level to put herself across.
“ I know you wouldn’t”. Her words echoed over his head once again.
“You know nothing”. He said casually. The air inside the pantry was warm. She was still or Sailing as always. But enough for him to catch that frozen look. He might have continued the eulogy, but she opted out to resist him with her shimmering coldness.
“ You know nothing because you are talking senseless stuff.” He said then.
“ I didn’t talk senseless”. Said she.
“ You may not have. But you don’t know a thing.” He supposed staring at the postures on the wall and the doors that seems like those revolving ones.
She brought coffee and sandwiches and sat beside him. Her expression never reflected that she’d absorbed whatever the atmosphere had set. That was not without purpose. He had to put it that way. He didn’t like to be bottled like that and he hated that since his childhood. He would be selfish and sensitive.
They hadn’t seen each other for months. They had certainly avoided the meetings every time. If she had taken the initiative to haphazard any contact at the first place, when he might be earning to meet her badly, it would be his turn to skip off from her mails and calls. Both of them sailed in distance and never tried to touch their canoes, in fact sometimes wanting to. But their canoes did meet. It had always touched and moved like preachers.
The distance however had aggravated more as they slowed calling each other not once in a week and then for months. Now it’s after 8 months, the guy didn’t wonder if they still kept that distractive sort of attraction. Their decisions were promising like some couple postponing their first child of some untold realities. Whenever they suspected love’s awakening, they’d blow it off on mercy or ruthlessly. They’d thrashed every bud that hoped to bloom above their reach.
She said softly then. “ I meant what I said ”.
He retorted. “If it were an insult, I would think to love that. I know its not. It’s a blame you’re trying to pick out.”
“What do you mean?”. She said, looking into his eyes. The cup in her hand trembled and the coffee escaped on to the saucer and to the table.
“You want me to believe that I kicked everything. You don’t need to transmit that any long. I know that. I perfectly believe that it’s my initiative for all this and don’t you think to take any credit of that.” He said in a brief stint.
“Your words are rude, aren’t they?” Her eyes seemed moistened.
“Okay. I did mean to say that, do you want anyone to be made clear of this?”
She was in a way avoiding her shock when countered by his hidden lexis. He was like that forever. When any crisis would turn up eventually, he would talk sentences full from different plots, and she would find herself in a whirl that will be static and complicated as usual.
“Now, what’s this all you are speaking to me?”
“Just nothing dear. Something that really doesn’t matter. It will also pass.” He poured more coffee into the cup.
“You don’t understand and you will never.” Said the girl.
“ That doesn’t mean a thing ”.
“ That does. You haven’t given a thought on things.”
“ I need your say. I know we will be happy together. Bangalore is a great place. We can move sooner then.” He drew invisible images on the table with his fingers.
“Will we be?”
“ Certainly. I don’t know about your parents. I know you and that’s what I know when I think of you. That’s what’s important.”
“ Meeting my parents is as important.”
“ Okay if I talk to them, what can I hear from you.”
“ I will not say against. I will not say anything more.”
The guy stood up holding the cup and the saucer. She was staring at him while trying in vain to help him out. He had almost finished washing the cups when the girl had stepped into the washroom.
“What’s happening to you?” She said glancing through the mirror for his reply.
Water splashed over the ceramic and metal plates leaving them sparkling in pride.
The girl waited for him to finish or for her to start off. “I haven’t said NO. Iam thinking on. My decisions are important and I know we will be happy ever after, but they have not. Marriage means so much to them like us. You know we have to abide. I don’t know what if I would say or I wouldn’t. My thoughts are getting varied.”
“ Will you please…” The guy muttered aloud. Even he was surprised by that sudden retort, if it was too early. He may not have regretted that. The door banged, and the guy turned around thinking she might have gone. The girl was still waiting at the corner rubbing her hand. Two other guys came in and he waved at them before following her out.
At the corridor She and her friend waited to part. In fact he had to stay there for quite sometime for the machine to turn up. They didn’t have much to tell. A smile passed them and they waved back. Then they smiled, first at themselves and at each other. The lift opened up when he was about to say something. She went in and waved.
He said. “Spike your hair”. She too laughed and returned the code. “ Pass me your wig, if you dare”.
She will have reached the next building where she works. The guy drifted into his cabin. He told several hundred lies to his manager on being late. Of which one was that, he was going to marry the girl. He then sat behind the system, behind his e-mails and behind himself and watched.
It’d done nothing good, instead had infuriated his senses, for the reason that he felt her way of tossing words was just to force an equalizer for the probable accusations, he might have thrown at her. She had well anticipated the things. She didn’t want overwork on that, as she always had lived like that. Planned and pursued her way for she was like some of the other girls. Nervous and suspicious without the confidence level to put herself across.
“ I know you wouldn’t”. Her words echoed over his head once again.
“You know nothing”. He said casually. The air inside the pantry was warm. She was still or Sailing as always. But enough for him to catch that frozen look. He might have continued the eulogy, but she opted out to resist him with her shimmering coldness.
“ You know nothing because you are talking senseless stuff.” He said then.
“ I didn’t talk senseless”. Said she.
“ You may not have. But you don’t know a thing.” He supposed staring at the postures on the wall and the doors that seems like those revolving ones.
She brought coffee and sandwiches and sat beside him. Her expression never reflected that she’d absorbed whatever the atmosphere had set. That was not without purpose. He had to put it that way. He didn’t like to be bottled like that and he hated that since his childhood. He would be selfish and sensitive.
They hadn’t seen each other for months. They had certainly avoided the meetings every time. If she had taken the initiative to haphazard any contact at the first place, when he might be earning to meet her badly, it would be his turn to skip off from her mails and calls. Both of them sailed in distance and never tried to touch their canoes, in fact sometimes wanting to. But their canoes did meet. It had always touched and moved like preachers.
The distance however had aggravated more as they slowed calling each other not once in a week and then for months. Now it’s after 8 months, the guy didn’t wonder if they still kept that distractive sort of attraction. Their decisions were promising like some couple postponing their first child of some untold realities. Whenever they suspected love’s awakening, they’d blow it off on mercy or ruthlessly. They’d thrashed every bud that hoped to bloom above their reach.
She said softly then. “ I meant what I said ”.
He retorted. “If it were an insult, I would think to love that. I know its not. It’s a blame you’re trying to pick out.”
“What do you mean?”. She said, looking into his eyes. The cup in her hand trembled and the coffee escaped on to the saucer and to the table.
“You want me to believe that I kicked everything. You don’t need to transmit that any long. I know that. I perfectly believe that it’s my initiative for all this and don’t you think to take any credit of that.” He said in a brief stint.
“Your words are rude, aren’t they?” Her eyes seemed moistened.
“Okay. I did mean to say that, do you want anyone to be made clear of this?”
She was in a way avoiding her shock when countered by his hidden lexis. He was like that forever. When any crisis would turn up eventually, he would talk sentences full from different plots, and she would find herself in a whirl that will be static and complicated as usual.
“Now, what’s this all you are speaking to me?”
“Just nothing dear. Something that really doesn’t matter. It will also pass.” He poured more coffee into the cup.
“You don’t understand and you will never.” Said the girl.
“ That doesn’t mean a thing ”.
“ That does. You haven’t given a thought on things.”
“ I need your say. I know we will be happy together. Bangalore is a great place. We can move sooner then.” He drew invisible images on the table with his fingers.
“Will we be?”
“ Certainly. I don’t know about your parents. I know you and that’s what I know when I think of you. That’s what’s important.”
“ Meeting my parents is as important.”
“ Okay if I talk to them, what can I hear from you.”
“ I will not say against. I will not say anything more.”
The guy stood up holding the cup and the saucer. She was staring at him while trying in vain to help him out. He had almost finished washing the cups when the girl had stepped into the washroom.
“What’s happening to you?” She said glancing through the mirror for his reply.
Water splashed over the ceramic and metal plates leaving them sparkling in pride.
The girl waited for him to finish or for her to start off. “I haven’t said NO. Iam thinking on. My decisions are important and I know we will be happy ever after, but they have not. Marriage means so much to them like us. You know we have to abide. I don’t know what if I would say or I wouldn’t. My thoughts are getting varied.”
“ Will you please…” The guy muttered aloud. Even he was surprised by that sudden retort, if it was too early. He may not have regretted that. The door banged, and the guy turned around thinking she might have gone. The girl was still waiting at the corner rubbing her hand. Two other guys came in and he waved at them before following her out.
At the corridor She and her friend waited to part. In fact he had to stay there for quite sometime for the machine to turn up. They didn’t have much to tell. A smile passed them and they waved back. Then they smiled, first at themselves and at each other. The lift opened up when he was about to say something. She went in and waved.
He said. “Spike your hair”. She too laughed and returned the code. “ Pass me your wig, if you dare”.
She will have reached the next building where she works. The guy drifted into his cabin. He told several hundred lies to his manager on being late. Of which one was that, he was going to marry the girl. He then sat behind the system, behind his e-mails and behind himself and watched.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Once, I was a flower bud that flew off
and thrilled that I was unnoticed.
Traveled and meditated,
on the soul mountains,
fished irresistible truths
in the mystic ponds,
met several cavemen,
who never existed,
and one day got lost.
As lost like a kid i was,
and tired like a duckling,
lay myself on the brook.
I knew my life was over,
for i was born a deaf bud,
now will be same when dead,
learning never to be a flower.
then u took me from the swamp
and put me on your dense hair.
and I bloomed.
and I bloomed.
and I bloomed.
and thrilled that I was unnoticed.
Traveled and meditated,
on the soul mountains,
fished irresistible truths
in the mystic ponds,
met several cavemen,
who never existed,
and one day got lost.
As lost like a kid i was,
and tired like a duckling,
lay myself on the brook.
I knew my life was over,
for i was born a deaf bud,
now will be same when dead,
learning never to be a flower.
then u took me from the swamp
and put me on your dense hair.
and I bloomed.
and I bloomed.
and I bloomed.
Friday, June 20, 2008
“One earth, One planet, One home”
Opening scene: Late March:
As the winter sets in the Siberian cranes gets restless, it is time for them to migrate to a faraway land where the summer will give warmth and plenty food to help them to lay their eggs and hatch them.
Group of cranes excited and stretching their wings and then one of them says so its time to go.
Crane 1: where are we going?
Crane 2: we are going to a beautiful land called India.its so beautiful there.The mountains,warm sunshine, a big lake and plenty of food.It is also safe that we can lay our eggs and hatch them and watch our children grow.
As the darkness sets in for the night .The first flock of birds rise to the skies to begin their long journey to India.
Sunrise(next day):A beautiful lake, an old man squinting into the horizon. Three days passes by.
The same old man sitting on the ground and says! Hmmm the birds are late maybe they will come anytime now- night falls.
Next morning:The old man is not alone he has a small gal with him is grand daughter both watching the skies impatiently, and then in the horizon they see the first birds flying towards the lake.
Old man: Look there come my children; from far the first dots of birds flying towards the lake excites the little gal too who jumps with joy.
Little gal: grandpa how many years has it been since you have been taking care of these birds……
Old man: Sighs hmmmm……this is my 40th year my small one…..
Little gal: Who used to take care of these birds before grandpa?
Old man: My father, dear one……wow and now you! wow!
In the horizon the skies filled up with the arriving birds……the tree tops and the skies filled up with cheerful cries of the birds after seeing the lake and the water.
Scene 6: After two weeks:
The old man and the little gal are near the trees:
Old man: The birds have started to lay the eggs look the mothers are not going for feeding. Tonight I will be sleeping here so that I can see that no predators can come to take the eggs away.
Two weeks later:
The little gal wakes up the old man who is sleeping near the trees after a night watch, the sounds of the newly born chicks excites the little gal and she is jumping with joy, grandpa the chicks have hatched.
They move from tree to tree –
Old man:There are many chicks this season so good I am so happy we have to be very careful and alert, from now on. You know chicks can fall from the trees, we have to put them back, there are going to be wild cats, dogs, cats and other predators that can harm them, I will have to get doppa also to help me with watch.
Early Morning:The old man, the little gal and Doppa wakes up. They hear loud sounds of trucks and other vehicles that are driving towards the lake. They are so surprised.
Old man:What is this? There are many trucks and machinery? And they walk towards the trucks. The trucks come to a stop near the lake shore.
Few well dressed men climbs out of the cars and surveys the surroundings.
Meanwhile the old man, the little gal and doppa walks towards them,
Old man: Namaste why are you all here?
Officer: with a sarcastic tone: WHAT?we are here to build a factory, a paper mill, we have bought the surrounding lands and we will be using the waters too, in order to supply water to the factory, first we are going to build a water filter station for which we need to cover a little part of the lake.
Turns towards the other official, could you please get the plan and set the tables lets start work.
Old man: Oh God! what is going to happen to the birds?
Group of men: Laughs out loud.
Officer: WHAT birds, which birds, we don’t care about the birds, they will come and go.
Old man: But they have been coming here since ages this is the place that they come to lay their eggs and hatch them. With all the noise and the disturbance there will be fewer chicks this time. All the noise is going to disturb them and cause stress. Maybe the birds will never come back.He shouts.
Group of men laughs out loudly.
Old man, we have permission from the government, we have the land which belongs to us now, and meanwhile many villagers gather around. There is a big commotion.
Officer:Please be silent.We are also going to relocate all the villagers to a better place and we will build you homes to live.
Evening news:There has been an untold incident in the village 200 Kms from thirunalveli, the protests of the villagers against a 100 crore investment for a paper mill turned violent as they villagers stopped the advancement of the machinery and trucks and one was killed, an old man named Murthy was shot dead by the police who tried to control the protests.It was know that this man since his fathers time has been taking care of the birds and even being on night watch to see that no chicks comes to harm he has been doing this for the past 40 years every year!. The authorities have rushed to the spot, many environmentalists have reacted to this violence, and few have reached the spot.
But the government has stated that there is no going back on this, as this is going to generate a lot of income and provide jobs to many, as of the environment they will take necessary steps to ensure that the lake and surroundings won’t be harmed.
An environmentalist to the Interviewer: But the problem does not end there, the waters are going to be polluted, the air in the nearby surroundings too are going to be polluted, but the worst fears are for the migrating birds which have been visiting the this place since ages, the Siberian cranes fly more than 2000 miles to visit this place to lay eggs and hatch them, what is the future of these birds, does it mean that even the extinction of these birds can happen in the near future as they wont able to raise their chicks.
Two months later:Massive structures rise up to the skies,Huge machines are being unloaded, the terrible loud sounds of drilling machines, the trucks moving in and out night and day,the polluted air and stagnant waters of the lake destroys what was once home of the birds, many chicks die from want of food.There are less fish in the water. The water gets contaminated. Half of the lake is now being reclaimed with soil being dumped, and a huge water purification facility comes there. Most of the trees have been cut down.
Early March next year: Nearing the arrival of the migrating birds:
Near the small patch of land and what ever was left of the lake, on the shore stands that little gal looking into the horizon waiting for the birds to arrive.
Days passes by but there is a not a bird in sight.
Will they come says the little gal’s heart wishing in vain............2008!
“Lets save it, protect it for the Future”
Originally written while, I was working for Toonz Animation – 2004 - 2005
Was Selected for, Tech ‘A’ Break Contest – 2008 for Save the planet Contest.
Story and Script by Kings – 2004
As the winter sets in the Siberian cranes gets restless, it is time for them to migrate to a faraway land where the summer will give warmth and plenty food to help them to lay their eggs and hatch them.
Group of cranes excited and stretching their wings and then one of them says so its time to go.
Crane 1: where are we going?
Crane 2: we are going to a beautiful land called India.its so beautiful there.The mountains,warm sunshine, a big lake and plenty of food.It is also safe that we can lay our eggs and hatch them and watch our children grow.
As the darkness sets in for the night .The first flock of birds rise to the skies to begin their long journey to India.
Sunrise(next day):A beautiful lake, an old man squinting into the horizon. Three days passes by.
The same old man sitting on the ground and says! Hmmm the birds are late maybe they will come anytime now- night falls.
Next morning:The old man is not alone he has a small gal with him is grand daughter both watching the skies impatiently, and then in the horizon they see the first birds flying towards the lake.
Old man: Look there come my children; from far the first dots of birds flying towards the lake excites the little gal too who jumps with joy.
Little gal: grandpa how many years has it been since you have been taking care of these birds……
Old man: Sighs hmmmm……this is my 40th year my small one…..
Little gal: Who used to take care of these birds before grandpa?
Old man: My father, dear one……wow and now you! wow!
In the horizon the skies filled up with the arriving birds……the tree tops and the skies filled up with cheerful cries of the birds after seeing the lake and the water.
Scene 6: After two weeks:
The old man and the little gal are near the trees:
Old man: The birds have started to lay the eggs look the mothers are not going for feeding. Tonight I will be sleeping here so that I can see that no predators can come to take the eggs away.
Two weeks later:
The little gal wakes up the old man who is sleeping near the trees after a night watch, the sounds of the newly born chicks excites the little gal and she is jumping with joy, grandpa the chicks have hatched.
They move from tree to tree –
Old man:There are many chicks this season so good I am so happy we have to be very careful and alert, from now on. You know chicks can fall from the trees, we have to put them back, there are going to be wild cats, dogs, cats and other predators that can harm them, I will have to get doppa also to help me with watch.
Early Morning:The old man, the little gal and Doppa wakes up. They hear loud sounds of trucks and other vehicles that are driving towards the lake. They are so surprised.
Old man:What is this? There are many trucks and machinery? And they walk towards the trucks. The trucks come to a stop near the lake shore.
Few well dressed men climbs out of the cars and surveys the surroundings.
Meanwhile the old man, the little gal and doppa walks towards them,
Old man: Namaste why are you all here?
Officer: with a sarcastic tone: WHAT?we are here to build a factory, a paper mill, we have bought the surrounding lands and we will be using the waters too, in order to supply water to the factory, first we are going to build a water filter station for which we need to cover a little part of the lake.
Turns towards the other official, could you please get the plan and set the tables lets start work.
Old man: Oh God! what is going to happen to the birds?
Group of men: Laughs out loud.
Officer: WHAT birds, which birds, we don’t care about the birds, they will come and go.
Old man: But they have been coming here since ages this is the place that they come to lay their eggs and hatch them. With all the noise and the disturbance there will be fewer chicks this time. All the noise is going to disturb them and cause stress. Maybe the birds will never come back.He shouts.
Group of men laughs out loudly.
Old man, we have permission from the government, we have the land which belongs to us now, and meanwhile many villagers gather around. There is a big commotion.
Officer:Please be silent.We are also going to relocate all the villagers to a better place and we will build you homes to live.
Evening news:There has been an untold incident in the village 200 Kms from thirunalveli, the protests of the villagers against a 100 crore investment for a paper mill turned violent as they villagers stopped the advancement of the machinery and trucks and one was killed, an old man named Murthy was shot dead by the police who tried to control the protests.It was know that this man since his fathers time has been taking care of the birds and even being on night watch to see that no chicks comes to harm he has been doing this for the past 40 years every year!. The authorities have rushed to the spot, many environmentalists have reacted to this violence, and few have reached the spot.
But the government has stated that there is no going back on this, as this is going to generate a lot of income and provide jobs to many, as of the environment they will take necessary steps to ensure that the lake and surroundings won’t be harmed.
An environmentalist to the Interviewer: But the problem does not end there, the waters are going to be polluted, the air in the nearby surroundings too are going to be polluted, but the worst fears are for the migrating birds which have been visiting the this place since ages, the Siberian cranes fly more than 2000 miles to visit this place to lay eggs and hatch them, what is the future of these birds, does it mean that even the extinction of these birds can happen in the near future as they wont able to raise their chicks.
Two months later:Massive structures rise up to the skies,Huge machines are being unloaded, the terrible loud sounds of drilling machines, the trucks moving in and out night and day,the polluted air and stagnant waters of the lake destroys what was once home of the birds, many chicks die from want of food.There are less fish in the water. The water gets contaminated. Half of the lake is now being reclaimed with soil being dumped, and a huge water purification facility comes there. Most of the trees have been cut down.
Early March next year: Nearing the arrival of the migrating birds:
Near the small patch of land and what ever was left of the lake, on the shore stands that little gal looking into the horizon waiting for the birds to arrive.
Days passes by but there is a not a bird in sight.
Will they come says the little gal’s heart wishing in vain............2008!
“Lets save it, protect it for the Future”
Let’s Save Our Planet
Originally written while, I was working for Toonz Animation – 2004 - 2005
Was Selected for, Tech ‘A’ Break Contest – 2008 for Save the planet Contest.
Story and Script by Kings – 2004
Your are all that i need
'YOU ARE ALL THAT I NEED'
You have to really know I never meant to let you go
but its alright I learnt to be in love again
you don’t really have to say it I saw it all in u r tears
I know it hurts the both of us many miles away
when I think of you now its like a distant dream come alive
but that’s all that is left behind for me
when I see your smile gal I see all the grey clouds
drift away every single one till the sun shines again
don’t you know you are all that I need
that is the only thing that I wish
cant you see I would die for you my love
that’s the only thing that is left for me
even if I have to climb the highest mountain
even if I have to cross the deepest ocean
you are all that I need, you are all that I need
Tomorrow never really comes if memories are meant to fade
but it is not easy gal when the tears begin to flow
leaving a wandering me in a land they say where the say
dreams will come alive someday for us to be together again.
Kings - 1995
You have to really know I never meant to let you go
but its alright I learnt to be in love again
you don’t really have to say it I saw it all in u r tears
I know it hurts the both of us many miles away
when I think of you now its like a distant dream come alive
but that’s all that is left behind for me
when I see your smile gal I see all the grey clouds
drift away every single one till the sun shines again
don’t you know you are all that I need
that is the only thing that I wish
cant you see I would die for you my love
that’s the only thing that is left for me
even if I have to climb the highest mountain
even if I have to cross the deepest ocean
you are all that I need, you are all that I need
Tomorrow never really comes if memories are meant to fade
but it is not easy gal when the tears begin to flow
leaving a wandering me in a land they say where the say
dreams will come alive someday for us to be together again.
Kings - 1995
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Lonely girl
Her heart was beating faster
As the girls began to laugh
As she walked to the head Master
She told of girls in her class
How they kicked her And shouted out names
Her mind was a blurr
As she remembered their cruel games
The bruises on her back
The scratches on her face
Her eyes were bludshot black
She felt such a disgrace
Flashbacks of undesired pain
Filled her head with fear Hitting her like hail stone rain
As 4 O'clock drew near
She walked out the school doors
And looked from left to right
Fearing the girls sharp claws
She ran with a heart full of fright
She jumped on her bus and Took a seat
She didn't want to make a fuss
But these girls, she can't beat
She arrived home at ten past four
She threw her bag at the wall
Then She fell and hit the floor
So she began to crawl
She crawled to her room
And led on her bed
Her life was such gloom
She noticed blood on her head
She then grabbed a blade
By now it was twenty past four
Look at the mess she made
Too Late, She hit the floor
Her mom arrived home
And screamed with sadness
Her daughter. Her own.This was madness.
At her funeral. Her favorite song
As they carried her coffin
It was fate all along
So now. 'Bullying has been stopped for a while'
Her heart was beating faster
As the girls began to laugh
As she walked to the head Master
She told of girls in her class
How they kicked her And shouted out names
Her mind was a blurr
As she remembered their cruel games
The bruises on her back
The scratches on her face
Her eyes were bludshot black
She felt such a disgrace
Flashbacks of undesired pain
Filled her head with fear Hitting her like hail stone rain
As 4 O'clock drew near
She walked out the school doors
And looked from left to right
Fearing the girls sharp claws
She ran with a heart full of fright
She jumped on her bus and Took a seat
She didn't want to make a fuss
But these girls, she can't beat
She arrived home at ten past four
She threw her bag at the wall
Then She fell and hit the floor
So she began to crawl
She crawled to her room
And led on her bed
Her life was such gloom
She noticed blood on her head
She then grabbed a blade
By now it was twenty past four
Look at the mess she made
Too Late, She hit the floor
Her mom arrived home
And screamed with sadness
Her daughter. Her own.This was madness.
At her funeral. Her favorite song
As they carried her coffin
It was fate all along
So now. 'Bullying has been stopped for a while'
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thejaswini... in progressive pics
As a comment to my last blog... k said..."You knw, i had a similar idea..photograph the construction site near Bhavani.. take a photo every day from the same position..and when the construction is over, take all the photos and animate it into a video..."
Well, k, gr8 idea... that's when i remebered, hey i've taken a few pics of the construction site... its not from the same position... but still...
The 1st pic was taken on October 14, 2005 when the construction started off, the next on May 13, 2006, where u can see one portion of the Building-in-progress and the last one on March 22, 2007 after the building was completed. Amazing, it took just around 1.5 years to complete this 11 storey building (3 floors below & 8 floors above !!)
Monday, February 4, 2008
Light of Life
There's a room in my heart,
Which when open produces light
Sometimes it shines so brightly
And sometimes it goes dim.
When it shines,
I see his face, glowing with a smile,
When it goes dim,
I see his face yet again,
But, this time tears well his eyes.
I can feel that burn in my heart
Yearning to know more of his word
Dying to see him close to my heart
Wanting to submit myself to him.
And when I submit myself to him,
I feel that cool breeze touch my heart.
All troubles taken away,
All fears gone;
Only confidence and Courage remains.
When I am sick, he heals me,
When I am depressed, he comforts me,
When I am happy, he smiles with me;
And doubles that joy within me.
He is always present with me
He is the Lord, who carries me in his arms...............
............wherever he goes.
Which when open produces light
Sometimes it shines so brightly
And sometimes it goes dim.
When it shines,
I see his face, glowing with a smile,
When it goes dim,
I see his face yet again,
But, this time tears well his eyes.
I can feel that burn in my heart
Yearning to know more of his word
Dying to see him close to my heart
Wanting to submit myself to him.
And when I submit myself to him,
I feel that cool breeze touch my heart.
All troubles taken away,
All fears gone;
Only confidence and Courage remains.
When I am sick, he heals me,
When I am depressed, he comforts me,
When I am happy, he smiles with me;
And doubles that joy within me.
He is always present with me
He is the Lord, who carries me in his arms...............
............wherever he goes.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Survival
It is risky, it is tough
To stand up from the pain
To lay the frontier of survival
It is striving it is difficult
To sit up for the course
To accepts the failure of survival
It is hard it is terrible
To live up from the faults
To surrender the fortune of survival
Spark of stage fright
What know what?
How know how
I am Mr. Confusion
How do you do?
Yes or no
Come or go
I am Mr. Doubt
What can I do?
Can or could
Do or don’t
I am Mr. Discouragement
Pleas to meet your
Will or won’t
Might or might not
I am Mr. Suspicion
Farewell to you!
How know how
I am Mr. Confusion
How do you do?
Yes or no
Come or go
I am Mr. Doubt
What can I do?
Can or could
Do or don’t
I am Mr. Discouragement
Pleas to meet your
Will or won’t
Might or might not
I am Mr. Suspicion
Farewell to you!
A true friend
A true friend
No one is friendly than he .
No one is more than a father than he
No one has done a more sacrifice than he
No one is as special to me than, he
The Lord Jesus Christ that, we see.
The lord that died for you and for me
How grate a family we have in him
Who abided us all in his love and care?
For a life in eternity
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Dreams
Dreams have no language
like Das' but a pantomime
which remain Dreams alone
And at my wake in this new dawn
realised,last night some magical hands
had operated,like a Televions' remote
makng me mute.
Like a screen voiceless did i remain
full 'f expressions.
May be its a sport for the all seeing eyes.
Suddenly soft but cold hands shook me,
called me by name
To my suprise,at wake found lot of heads
around my bed,examining clinically!!!!
To my apprehensions I recognised them as Doctor's
trying to cut open me,
made me scream N......O!!!!!
But then visions were clear....
And heard Amma calling "Y....E...S!!!!"
Get up.......
My Dreams....Life given empire
collapse 'nd perspire
Into a mere windowful wind
Promising to return,yet another day.
like Das' but a pantomime
which remain Dreams alone
And at my wake in this new dawn
realised,last night some magical hands
had operated,like a Televions' remote
makng me mute.
Like a screen voiceless did i remain
full 'f expressions.
May be its a sport for the all seeing eyes.
Suddenly soft but cold hands shook me,
called me by name
To my suprise,at wake found lot of heads
around my bed,examining clinically!!!!
To my apprehensions I recognised them as Doctor's
trying to cut open me,
made me scream N......O!!!!!
But then visions were clear....
And heard Amma calling "Y....E...S!!!!"
Get up.......
My Dreams....Life given empire
collapse 'nd perspire
Into a mere windowful wind
Promising to return,yet another day.
Life
Visions open up to 'd
sounds of nature
Embracing 'd vemillion glow,
I trot and trot
pecking the grains of solitude.
I see the chair and 'd light.
Lantern voices that reverberate
retrieve me to 'd
festivity of life.
I see the flowers bloom
with their mighty face held high,
smiling at 'd perenial source of light
And 'd mirthful butterflies
fluttering all along bouting their joy
to 'd beholders eyes....
Perhaps embracig the dark
makes them dance so well!!!
Watching this truly Inspires
Should We learn and rejoice.
sounds of nature
Embracing 'd vemillion glow,
I trot and trot
pecking the grains of solitude.
I see the chair and 'd light.
Lantern voices that reverberate
retrieve me to 'd
festivity of life.
I see the flowers bloom
with their mighty face held high,
smiling at 'd perenial source of light
And 'd mirthful butterflies
fluttering all along bouting their joy
to 'd beholders eyes....
Perhaps embracig the dark
makes them dance so well!!!
Watching this truly Inspires
Should We learn and rejoice.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Coping with life in small doses.
“ I know you won’t talk to me”, she shot back.
It had done nothing good, instead had infuriated his senses, for the reason that he felt her way of tossing words was just to force an equalizer for the probable accusations, he might have thrown at her. She had well anticipated the things. She didn’t want overwork on that, as she always had lived like that. Planned and pursued her way for she was like some of the other girls. Nervous and suspicious without the confidence level to put herself across.
“ I know you wouldn’t”. Her words echoed over his head once again.
“You know nothing”. He said casually. The air inside the pantry was warm. She was still. Sailing as always. But enough for him to catch that frozen look. He may have continued his eulogy, but she opted out to resist him with her shimmering coldness.
“ You know nothing because you are talking senseless stuff.” He said then.
“ I didn’t talk senseless”. Said she.
“ You may not have. But you don’t know a thing.” He supposed staring at the postures on the wall and the doors that seems like those revolving ones.
She brought coffee and sandwiches and sat beside him. Her expression already reflected that she’d absorbed whatever the atmosphere had set. That was not without purpose. He had to put it that way. He didn’t like to be bottled like that and he hated that since his childhood. He would be selfish and sensitive.
They hadn’t seen each other for months. They had certainly avoided the meetings every time. If she had taken the initiative to haphazard any contact at the first place, when he might be earning to meet her badly. It would be his turn to skip off from her mails and calls. Both of them sailed in distance and never tried to touch their canoes, in fact sometimes wanting to. But their canoes did meet. It has always touched and moved like preachers.
The distance however had aggravated more as they slowed calling each other not once in a week and then for months. Now it’s after 6 months, the guy didn’t wonder they still kept that distractive sort of attraction. Their decisions were promising like some couple postponing their first child of some untold realities. Whenever they suspected love’s awakening, they’d blow it off. They’d thrashed every bud that hoped to bloom above their reach.
She said softly then. “ I meant what I said ”.
He retorted. “If it were an insult, I would think to love that. I know its not. It’s a blame you’re trying to pick out.”
“What do you mean?”. She said, looking into his eyes. The cup in her hand trembled and the coffee escaped on to the saucer and to the table.
“You want me to believe that I kicked everything. You don’t need to transmit that any long. I know that. I perfectly believe that it’s my initiative for all this and don’t you think to take any credit of that.” He said in a brief stint.
“Your words are rude, aren’t they?” Her eyes seem moistened.
“Okay. I did mean to say that, do you want anyone to be made clear of this?”
She was in a way avoiding her shock when countered by his words. He was like that forever. When any crisis would turn up eventually, he would talk sentences full from different plots, and she would find herself in a whirl that will be static and complicated as usual.
“Now, what’s this all you are speaking to me?”
“Just nothing dear. Something that really doesn’t matter. It will also pass.” He poured more coffee into the cup.
“You don’t understand and you will never.” Said the girl.
“ That doesn’t mean a thing ”.
“ That does. You haven’t given a thought on things.”
“ I need your say. I know we will be happy together. Bangalore is a great place. We can move sooner then.” He drew invisible images on the table with his fingers.
“Will we be?”
“ Certainly. I don’t know about your parents. I know you and that’s what I know when I think of you. That’s what’s important.”
“ Meeting my parents is as important.”
“ Okay if I talk to them, what can I hear from you.”
“ I will not say against. I will not say anything more.”
The guy stood up holding the cup and the saucer. She was staring at him while trying in vain to help him out. He had almost finished washing the cups when the girl had stepped into the washroom.
“What’s happening to you?” She said glancing through the mirror for his reply. Water splashed over the ceramic and metal plates leaving them sparkling in pride.
The girl waited for him to finish or for her to start off. “I haven’t said NO. Iam thinking on. My decisions are important and I know we will be happy ever after, but they have not. Marriage means so much to them like us. You know we have to abide. I don’t know what if I would say or I wouldn’t. My thoughts are getting varied.”
“ Will you please…” The guy muttered aloud. Even he was surprised by that sudden retort, if it was too early. He may not have regretted that. The door banged, and the guy turned around thinking she might have gone. The girl was still waiting at the corner rubbing her hand. Two other guys came in and he waved at them before following her out.
At the corridor She and her friend waited to part. In fact he had to stay there for quite sometime for the machine to turn up. They didn’t have much to tell. A smile passed them and they waved back. Then they smiled, first at themselves and at each other. The lift opened up when he was about to say something. She went in and waved.
He said. “Spike your hair!!”. She too laughed and returned the code. “ Pass me your wig, if you dare!!”.
She will have reached the next building where she works. The guy drifted into his cabin. He told several hundred lies to his manager on being late. Of which one was that, he was going to marry the girl. He then sat behind the system, behind his e-mails and behind himself and watched.
It had done nothing good, instead had infuriated his senses, for the reason that he felt her way of tossing words was just to force an equalizer for the probable accusations, he might have thrown at her. She had well anticipated the things. She didn’t want overwork on that, as she always had lived like that. Planned and pursued her way for she was like some of the other girls. Nervous and suspicious without the confidence level to put herself across.
“ I know you wouldn’t”. Her words echoed over his head once again.
“You know nothing”. He said casually. The air inside the pantry was warm. She was still. Sailing as always. But enough for him to catch that frozen look. He may have continued his eulogy, but she opted out to resist him with her shimmering coldness.
“ You know nothing because you are talking senseless stuff.” He said then.
“ I didn’t talk senseless”. Said she.
“ You may not have. But you don’t know a thing.” He supposed staring at the postures on the wall and the doors that seems like those revolving ones.
She brought coffee and sandwiches and sat beside him. Her expression already reflected that she’d absorbed whatever the atmosphere had set. That was not without purpose. He had to put it that way. He didn’t like to be bottled like that and he hated that since his childhood. He would be selfish and sensitive.
They hadn’t seen each other for months. They had certainly avoided the meetings every time. If she had taken the initiative to haphazard any contact at the first place, when he might be earning to meet her badly. It would be his turn to skip off from her mails and calls. Both of them sailed in distance and never tried to touch their canoes, in fact sometimes wanting to. But their canoes did meet. It has always touched and moved like preachers.
The distance however had aggravated more as they slowed calling each other not once in a week and then for months. Now it’s after 6 months, the guy didn’t wonder they still kept that distractive sort of attraction. Their decisions were promising like some couple postponing their first child of some untold realities. Whenever they suspected love’s awakening, they’d blow it off. They’d thrashed every bud that hoped to bloom above their reach.
She said softly then. “ I meant what I said ”.
He retorted. “If it were an insult, I would think to love that. I know its not. It’s a blame you’re trying to pick out.”
“What do you mean?”. She said, looking into his eyes. The cup in her hand trembled and the coffee escaped on to the saucer and to the table.
“You want me to believe that I kicked everything. You don’t need to transmit that any long. I know that. I perfectly believe that it’s my initiative for all this and don’t you think to take any credit of that.” He said in a brief stint.
“Your words are rude, aren’t they?” Her eyes seem moistened.
“Okay. I did mean to say that, do you want anyone to be made clear of this?”
She was in a way avoiding her shock when countered by his words. He was like that forever. When any crisis would turn up eventually, he would talk sentences full from different plots, and she would find herself in a whirl that will be static and complicated as usual.
“Now, what’s this all you are speaking to me?”
“Just nothing dear. Something that really doesn’t matter. It will also pass.” He poured more coffee into the cup.
“You don’t understand and you will never.” Said the girl.
“ That doesn’t mean a thing ”.
“ That does. You haven’t given a thought on things.”
“ I need your say. I know we will be happy together. Bangalore is a great place. We can move sooner then.” He drew invisible images on the table with his fingers.
“Will we be?”
“ Certainly. I don’t know about your parents. I know you and that’s what I know when I think of you. That’s what’s important.”
“ Meeting my parents is as important.”
“ Okay if I talk to them, what can I hear from you.”
“ I will not say against. I will not say anything more.”
The guy stood up holding the cup and the saucer. She was staring at him while trying in vain to help him out. He had almost finished washing the cups when the girl had stepped into the washroom.
“What’s happening to you?” She said glancing through the mirror for his reply. Water splashed over the ceramic and metal plates leaving them sparkling in pride.
The girl waited for him to finish or for her to start off. “I haven’t said NO. Iam thinking on. My decisions are important and I know we will be happy ever after, but they have not. Marriage means so much to them like us. You know we have to abide. I don’t know what if I would say or I wouldn’t. My thoughts are getting varied.”
“ Will you please…” The guy muttered aloud. Even he was surprised by that sudden retort, if it was too early. He may not have regretted that. The door banged, and the guy turned around thinking she might have gone. The girl was still waiting at the corner rubbing her hand. Two other guys came in and he waved at them before following her out.
At the corridor She and her friend waited to part. In fact he had to stay there for quite sometime for the machine to turn up. They didn’t have much to tell. A smile passed them and they waved back. Then they smiled, first at themselves and at each other. The lift opened up when he was about to say something. She went in and waved.
He said. “Spike your hair!!”. She too laughed and returned the code. “ Pass me your wig, if you dare!!”.
She will have reached the next building where she works. The guy drifted into his cabin. He told several hundred lies to his manager on being late. Of which one was that, he was going to marry the girl. He then sat behind the system, behind his e-mails and behind himself and watched.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Same place... 3 days... 3 views ! Ode to the 'unknown' artist...
Take a look at these 3 photos... its the same frame in view (notice the TV Tower in the foreground, I took these pics from my home on top-o-the hill).
Its like there's some unknown Artist with an everchanging paintbrush out there... letting creativity flow as diverse as can be... every day is a new day, a different day. These views still keep changing everyday, and it keeps telling you that nature is far bigger than any imagination !
Being part of this 'Nature' I admire the views this unknown artist presents to us. But you need to stop your busy lives for a while. If you want to be part of it, make a visit at around 6pm to the corridor behind the ACIS pantry (non-smokers beware !) and take a view to the west... catch a glimpse of the red spot setting into the Arabian Sea and feast your eyes to the colors in the sky.
"The advantage of being an amatuer photographer is the freedom of not being professional"-EAG
Taking pictures has become my hobby since the Digital Camera became affordable... it gave me space to experiment in different light settings, outdoors, indoors..... and thats when I made the connection with nature around me. I enjoy clicking nature more than anything else. More of that in my next blog.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Lover dreams to be a maggot
When the Maggot lost his soul,
He felt something very awesome in all.
His foot walked a bloodless Antarctica,
then an absconding mind got captured in Sahara;
His hands curled along the Amazon’s deadly imagica,
Whilst a pair of eyes stuck deep in the Marina.
When the Maggot lost his love,
He found his face hung on a multiplying web.
An army of drizzle might rescue him,
And through the unending pain of his wound,
He'd sense nature beckoning by his window,
Close, vivid and achingly fragile than ever.
When the Maggot lost his mind,
He saw things, original and animated.
His skin evenly peeled off to reveal,
A Foliage that had replaced the dead mattress.
A bare breasted skimming blue stoops down,
Low and he find his mamma and her kiss.
When the Maggot lost his heart,
He borrowed one from the Flintstone.
Stabbing it amidst a scorching vacuum,
He’d watch the scarlet drops bloom,
With his new bosom struggling to get set,
But the dark descended and his drive got lost.
********************************************
The Maggot fell into a deep haze,
after closing all exits and the rest,
From a world that’s never existed,
To a land where lived Peter pan and Alice.
Then he found his absconding soul,
Floating or dancing above his skull.
The Maggot turned for the first time,
And saw his siblings and the parents,
Working at the fields, and their home,
Alive and rusty, happy and peaceful.
Then the Maggot caught his mind,
That was busy with its unreal find.
The Maggot quit the chase,
For he’d woke up into a giant butterfly,
Waving its elegant blazing symmetry,
to find himself no more a maggot.
Hence the Maggot discovered the love,
Who looked awfully dissimilar but alike his heart.
He felt something very awesome in all.
His foot walked a bloodless Antarctica,
then an absconding mind got captured in Sahara;
His hands curled along the Amazon’s deadly imagica,
Whilst a pair of eyes stuck deep in the Marina.
When the Maggot lost his love,
He found his face hung on a multiplying web.
An army of drizzle might rescue him,
And through the unending pain of his wound,
He'd sense nature beckoning by his window,
Close, vivid and achingly fragile than ever.
When the Maggot lost his mind,
He saw things, original and animated.
His skin evenly peeled off to reveal,
A Foliage that had replaced the dead mattress.
A bare breasted skimming blue stoops down,
Low and he find his mamma and her kiss.
When the Maggot lost his heart,
He borrowed one from the Flintstone.
Stabbing it amidst a scorching vacuum,
He’d watch the scarlet drops bloom,
With his new bosom struggling to get set,
But the dark descended and his drive got lost.
********************************************
The Maggot fell into a deep haze,
after closing all exits and the rest,
From a world that’s never existed,
To a land where lived Peter pan and Alice.
Then he found his absconding soul,
Floating or dancing above his skull.
The Maggot turned for the first time,
And saw his siblings and the parents,
Working at the fields, and their home,
Alive and rusty, happy and peaceful.
Then the Maggot caught his mind,
That was busy with its unreal find.
The Maggot quit the chase,
For he’d woke up into a giant butterfly,
Waving its elegant blazing symmetry,
to find himself no more a maggot.
Hence the Maggot discovered the love,
Who looked awfully dissimilar but alike his heart.
Monday, December 17, 2007
5 years & 6 strings
Other than aimless twanging, I don't really get around to doing much with my guitar(s) nowadays. It's more like look-drool-foreplay-quit. Yes, I've been quite frigid with my guitar since the last couple of years.
The funny part is that... I never stopped buying new ones... or drooling at the sleek, deadly ones in shop windows... or watching legends squealing theirs on video.
I'm drawing too much of a parallel between guitars n chicks :P
I'm just plain lazy... I guess. There were times when I picked up my guitar and out flowed a nice sounding riff or two. Better still when the band was around. People of similar talent and taste, I played shit, they played shit, all of us were happy! But yea, the band was a pillar of motivation. When we were at our practice pad, we had no reason to show off, nothing to live up to. Just play. And yea, the pressure of having to put up a good show at the gig next week made sure that we learned all the songs down to the last note!
Bygone times. There's no gig next week. No motivation :(
For me, playing the guitar is all about performing... about fitting into a band and letting loose a medley of beautiful sounds and watching the audience enjoy it.
I guess that applies to a lot of things, to a lot of people. Man is not meant to live solo. He needs to show-off (loud or subtle, how he does it is his own business). He NEEDS to caress his ego.
Aren't we all show-offs, one way or the other?
This whole thing ended up just like it does when I take up my guitar... start at one thing, end at another.
What's the whole point of this? Lemme go think... meanwhile... you can surf to another web page.
The funny part is that... I never stopped buying new ones... or drooling at the sleek, deadly ones in shop windows... or watching legends squealing theirs on video.
I'm drawing too much of a parallel between guitars n chicks :P
I'm just plain lazy... I guess. There were times when I picked up my guitar and out flowed a nice sounding riff or two. Better still when the band was around. People of similar talent and taste, I played shit, they played shit, all of us were happy! But yea, the band was a pillar of motivation. When we were at our practice pad, we had no reason to show off, nothing to live up to. Just play. And yea, the pressure of having to put up a good show at the gig next week made sure that we learned all the songs down to the last note!
Bygone times. There's no gig next week. No motivation :(
For me, playing the guitar is all about performing... about fitting into a band and letting loose a medley of beautiful sounds and watching the audience enjoy it.
I guess that applies to a lot of things, to a lot of people. Man is not meant to live solo. He needs to show-off (loud or subtle, how he does it is his own business). He NEEDS to caress his ego.
Aren't we all show-offs, one way or the other?
This whole thing ended up just like it does when I take up my guitar... start at one thing, end at another.
What's the whole point of this? Lemme go think... meanwhile... you can surf to another web page.
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