the boy who paints portraits

I sit down to paint your portrait
and I cannot,
after studying you slowly
end up thinking
that missing
in my paints
are those intense colours that reflect a rare creature

I can not
capture your smile
recreate your look
but little by little

I think about you

You still return every time
and continue standing there, posing
with a lot of patience
because, and even though my canvas
remains blank

the hours
pass by flying
and very little progress
has gone into your portrait

I suspect
you're in no hurry
and its ok
to see things through little by little

I think about you

Entry. Andrea Ramsey’s Dreambook (Undated)

“There are no futures.
There are only streams of endless possibilities that collapse into one present as we rush head long into them. But even the present is an illusion, slipping from our grasp as we reach for it, becoming the past.
It is only the past that truly exists.
The past that scars our minds with memory.
With reverberations that dictate our lives.
With traces that haunt our eyes till death”.

The interesting things you find in odd places

With all the clutter that has collected between my ears over the past few years, I managed to remember that someone had said that I need to write to clear my head up.
So, will try and clear out the muck and grime by conveniently dumping it here on my blog.

You can use it.
You can ignore it.
You can laugh at it.
You can ignore it.

Till the first dump...

23rd December 2004

She might perplex you,
for a moment,
amaze you the next,
turn you around to face something disgusting,
push you around,
blow smoke in your face,
offer ladoos,
she is around you,
dancing the Thandava at a frenetic pace,
blood pulsing, heart-beat racing,
lazing on a charpoy,
in the bundles at the Thasildar's,
BPOs at midnight, break-neck speeds,
traffic jams, information freeways between paddy fields,
droughts laced with floods, beedis with speed,
brown, tan, white, black,
red, pink, green, saffron, blue,
allah, shiva, buddha, guru, infant jesus
camels, dogs, bullock carts,
her sinewy muscle drawing a plough across a fertile land of more than a billion
the land of contrasts,
the land that is ours,
this is my India,
My mother.
My mother's mother.

[Inspired by "Don't ever loose faith in India..." Sri Ram Goburdhun]

Cubic Tragedy

a 3D comical tragedy with a lady 'trying too hard'

BKF Dhwani 2006

Day 1 pictures:

Kyoorius Designyatra 2006

+ Andy Altman, why not associates. + Nick Bell, Nick Bell Design. + Peter Bi'lak, typotheque. + Neville Brody, Fontfont and Research Studios. + Vince Frost, frostdesign. + Paul Hughes, lava. + Sujata Keshavan, Ray+Keshavan. + Elsie Nanji, Ambience Publicis. + Rajiv Sethi, Asian Heritage Foundation. + Sudhir Sharma, Elephant design.

Paloliem Beach, Goa

Mornings being thirty

Es un peligro levantarse
cierto, cuando ya cumpliste los 30
son los recuerdos que te mandan a la mierda,
Un traguito no mas,
justo para olvidar, para dejar de recordar,
por unos momentos.
No los puede borrar,
son un parte definido de uno.
Por eso debes escuchar tu musica favorita.
Me quedo con mi pata Illayaraja o Miguel Bose.
Y tu? Con quien te levantas?

Synaps - Check This Side Up is out!!

Awesome stuff!. Check them out here. My favorites: 2. My Side Up 4. West Side Difference 6. Freedom 9. The Last Chapter