Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Children of Sunset


Juhu beach, Bombay, 1954

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Bhashwati wrote:

Children of sunset bilkul puraane nahin lagte :)

There is as much pull in the image as there is in a high tide 
pull of nostalgia, of lost days

The setting sun has always been a good receptacle of loss...
The fifty shades of grey and light in the elements encompassing the two small human forms are a perfect combination of hope and despair.

Thinking of koi lauta de mere

 

Friday, December 08, 2017

Self, Calcutta


I was eleven or twelve, standing in front of our barsaati, Brabourne Road, Calcutta.

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Bhashwati wrote:

Haai tere tevar!!!!

Haai teri zulfein :) :) :)

i suppose the thoughts may have been:

"Vaise to hum tasveer nahin khinchwana chaahte na hi jeena chaahte hain, jeene hi nahin wale magar luck by chance jee gaye to aisi tasveer kheencho ki bhavishya mein hamaare bhoot ko dekhne wale samajh jaaein ki hum 11 mein bhi utne hi buddhishaali they jitne 81 mein honge. Agar nahin they to kam se kam buddhishaali soorat to bana lete they."

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Monday, December 04, 2017

UFOs, Arriving, Departing


aliens
arriving
or departing

after observing
the depraved, malevolent
discord below

being more intelligent
than we
as they arrived before
we reached them

they should be in a hurry
to leave

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Bhashwati wrote:

I would like to believe that The UFO s shrink in horror as they approach earth and then as they depart they regain their vigour and strength in evident relief at having escaped forced or voluntary proximity to beings such as those inhabiting earth.

Saturday, December 02, 2017

Two Women


The Italian author Alberto Moravia wrote a novel called Two Women, which was made into a haunting film by Vittorio de Sica, starring Sophia Loren and Eleonora Brown as a mother and her twelve-year-old daughter, struggling to survive in Italy just after World War II. Loren won an Oscar as Best Actress for her role in the film.

The delicate expression of love and joy in the sculpture contrasted in my mind with the painful, desperate love of the mother in novel/film.


Thursday, November 30, 2017

Contours of Reality

Boston, 1997

What is reality? What is truth? What is distortion? What is illusion? What is a lie, to deceive? What is a lie that comes from the unknown, or fear, or misguidance? Metaphysics is the equipment human beings have to respond to these and other such related questions. But then, human beings being fallible, apart from being variable, would deal with metaphysics also differently. So then, we become rudderless, at which time superstition and religion creep in and pervade. The irony is that religion is the ultimate self-deception, but then, most of mankind relegate their incomprehension to it, and to some design somewhere by some derelict designer, and wade through their lives in delusions, and belief in contentment emanating from them. Sigh.
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Update: Anonymous wrote:
The image is a volume in itself. i could fill each grid with fresh meaning.

And
What a timely text.
But there is an absoluteness to it which would make it appropriate at any time, all times.

Mankind, relegating incomprehension to religion does acknowledge that it is deifying a derelict designer?
And in a stupendous feat of stupidity then designs its own dereliction to match the 'divine' randomness?

What a bizarre situation.
First we propound the brazen lie that God created man in his own image although no one has seen that God image.
Then we go creating ourselves in what we claim is the divine image: arbitrary, whimsical, erratic, heedless, ruthless, all knowing, tyrannical, receptive to flattery, bribery, completely irrational and even more completely unaccountable.

Thank you
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Update: Charu wrote:

Bhai,
How can these statements ever be questioned?

All encompassing; there is not even a sliver of opening where a disputing argument can sneak in...
Love
Charu

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

The Fisherman's Child


Ennore, 1950

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Bhashwati wrote:
The fisherman's child's photo is reminding me of an old song which has something about destiny or god playing with human lives the way a child plays with sand on the sea shore.

Master madan ch atma or pankaj mullick.
If  can remember i will share but for now:
the image is very humbling.
For the human being, less than a speck in the midst of vast forces of land sea and sky.. what vainglorious presumption led us to believe we will control forever with no consequences? 

And then the child... so vulnerable and yet in its innocence so confidently embedded and at one with the universe, without fear.   
bahut khoob.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Daughters of India

(1969)

Trying to rescue a very old and damaged negative, I was reminded of the poster for the classic film, Mother India, with Nargis shot from below, a vast sky looming behind her. These girls present a much more hopeful picture, pleased to be photographed.



Friday, November 24, 2017

You Claim to Know Everything


You claim to know everything that can be or that has to be known about life. Is there knowledge beyond what you claim to know about life?

No, because the knowledge that concerns us is only what happens or can happen or be experienced as we journey through our lives. Therefore, to know about life fully is for all practical purposes to know about everything, including death.

So, tell me something about life.

Well, life is transitory, capricious and in what we call the universal scheme of things, absolutely futile.

Is that all?

Yes.

So then, what are all these -- faith, ambition, achievement, yearning, lust, fulfillment, tenderness, joy, hurt, anger, despair...

Transitory, capricious and futile.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Bougainvillea


Stark black and white here, but in reality in full bloom, with criss-crossed branches, and a variety of colors which is countless and ever-increasing. Never a dull moment.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Flotsam


it had life in it once
now it is lifeless
  
It will drift
disintegrate
become part food
part something whatever else

maybe in its invisible form
it will come out of our faucet

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Upside Down


given a point of view and a viewer
who can say what is up and what down
in absolute terms
everything everywhere
everything but everything

is upside down