Edited to 14mts from a 2 and three-quarter hour real-life float down the Ganga by the artist as a re-enactment of a real event in her life in 2007. The Drift is an expression of homage, a rite signifying surrender and an act of passive resistance. It is dedicated to the creation of a parallel… Continue reading The Drift
I am an Ant in the unfolding Apocalypse. Just an Ant that is sensitive to the gusts of the heat from the towering pyramids of flame; That understands that by itself an Ant isn’t anything much to write home about. True. Smallness helps. For eg: I can escape into a tiny floor crack when a… Continue reading The Ant’s Soliloquy on what possibly sustains Antkind
‘Lack of alternative’ is never a good enough reason, to promote ANY ideology that divides, nay! Rips apart, peaceable communities to consolidate its rule! Religion is just as Political because in it’s organized form it’s also just about consolidating temporal &fiscal power through infiltration into our most vulnerable psychological and emotional zones with the need… Continue reading No I to rue nor Eye to cry…
1985 We were standing at the Bakery junction just behind the campus where the better off amongst the designer students came alone or in select groups to gorge on buns at teatime. Freshly baked and still warm and soft, the baker slit them open swiftly and expertly with an extra sharp long thin knife roughly… Continue reading Aswatthama lives.
“Can you help me find the zipper to this dress I’m wearing, please? If I could find it I would just unzip, take it off, leave it behind crumpled on the floor and simply vanish without a trace from this Earth… You see…there is nothing here to hold me anymore. I need at least one… Continue reading A Beautiful Lie
El Condor Pasa (If I could) [Simon &Garfunkel, first recorded, September 1970] I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I’d rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would (Chorus)Away, I’d rather sail away Like a swan… Continue reading “/swɒn/”
First of all She is a Helmet. Designed for defense. To keep things out and not let things in. Right now She is empty. She doesn’t even have a Head to protect… which is Her form of loving. She cannot climb on her own on to the Head she loves. She has to wait till… Continue reading The Soul Sings Solo*
A beloved friend sent me a Happy Independence Day Greeting this morning.I did not expect it at all from him and sent him a friendly though slightly irreverent & mildly uneasy Haha in return. Truth be told, August 15th has never been an occasion of eliciting any particularly special elation in me any year. Exception… Continue reading Happy In-dependence Day!!!
Oh… I say looking at my morning watsapp messages. So he found a dead bee on the terrace of his house, a tiny rented place in the city’s outskirts. Located in a small-time colony built on another one of this city’s many clogged arteries, the rents are relatively cheaper. A couple of decades ago this was… Continue reading A Bee is dead
A small energetic frame of wiry strength hung over with a khaddar shirt like a loose tent; A sensitive feral face of an indeterminate cast with intense eyes & flaring nostrils that suggested all at once both the leonine and the simian. The thick mane of wild hair& unkempt straggly beard that heightened the sense… Continue reading George John, The Artist or The Story of a Generation