fallen
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Restive Season
where, whence
greetings
greetings
peace
prosperity
wade your way
through the darkness
outside
or wend it
into the inside
or else
find the magic wand
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Sexualitybisexuality
if errant
deviant
transgressing
delinquent
it is nature
and not the culpability
of its accidental creatures
and if it is nature
by definition
it is natural
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Future Past
THE MOMENT I TRIED TO GRAB IT
THE PRESENT BECAME PAST
THE FUTURE WAS CONTINGENT
AND THE PAST WAS IRRETRIEVABLE
UNSTOPPABLE, TIME SURGED ON
ILLUMINING EONS, LEAVING BEHIND DARKNESS
THE PRESENT BECAME PAST
THE FUTURE WAS CONTINGENT
AND THE PAST WAS IRRETRIEVABLE
UNSTOPPABLE, TIME SURGED ON
ILLUMINING EONS, LEAVING BEHIND DARKNESS
Sunday, December 08, 2013
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Rhyme and Rhythm
in hymn and gospel
excavating reason
logic
and higher thought
first became facile
and on deeper application
not only produced
layers of futility
but also darkness
rhythm, then
created sense
and enhanced sensibility
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Charu wrote:
Bhai,
A pair of discerning eyes turned drapery into a keyboard. Even without strumming, the music was born.
I adore this picture.
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Charu wrote:
Bhai,
A pair of discerning eyes turned drapery into a keyboard. Even without strumming, the music was born.
I adore this picture.
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Anonymous wrote:
Rhyme and rhythm is
absolutely muaaaaaaah. The text with the photo is like a flood light... leaving no
room for any ambiguity. Stunning too in its simplicity.
Monday, December 02, 2013
Still, In Motion
In 1949, when I was 13 and on vacation to Madras from Calcutta, my uncle, who lived in the Sowcarpet area of Madras, arranged for me to take a day-trip to Ennore with his friend, Shankarlal Davey. Shankarlalbhai was a photographer who was known all over India, and even abroad. His work was viewed regularly in The Illustrated Weekly of India, which was the ultimate for Indian photographers and writers to be published in. He was carrying two cameras that day: a Rolleiflex and a Leica.
When he asked if I would also like to take pictures, I nodded without thinking, as I was ignorant of the machinery and the mechanism. What I probably had in me was a sense of aesthetics. He handed me the Leica, saying that his plan was to use a reflex camera. I did not know the difference between a Reflex and a View-finder camera, nor had I heard of the excellence of the Leica brand. I gratefully acknowledged his trust in me, to utilise his Leica safely, without knowing that I would never use one again.
Still
In Motion
Ennore was a small fishing village, not the heavily industrialized suburb that it is today. I took a number of pictures of catamarans, the beach, fishermen, women, hutments, which included the two photographs shown here. After a few days, Shankarlalbhai gave me the film and the contact prints, and told me that there was nothing worthwhile in the pictures. Many years later, some friends in Calcutta saw these prints and had them enlarged. Subsequently, at least nine or ten of them have been part of several one-man shows, both in India and abroad. I considered it a privilege that Shankarlalbhai visited two of my exhibitions in Madras (USIS, Max Mueller), which gave me the opportunity to tell him that I owed a lot to him for that sultry Sunday in Ennore, decades ago.
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Anonymous said...
Great dynamism in motion: the boat being pushed, the waves gushing, rushing, the crow in flight. Bravo!
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Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy said...
Bachpan ke din bhi kya din the.....
Huzoor bahut din ke baad maine aapke blog ko dekhne ka mauka mila. Sab Khairiyat?
Coincidentally only today did I write a blog on my photography but without any shows ever though..... :-)
Pesh kar raha hun aapki qidmat mein...
http://hemantha-kalam.blogspot.in/
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Anonymous said...
Bhai,
'Still' in every sense; calm waters, stabile dinghy and bird alighted.
'In Motion' in every sense; roaring waves, man pushing dinghy and bird aflight.
What is uncommonly common between them is the sense they are creating. Both, the man and the bird, by their still-ness and motion-ness are suggesting that someone else use the boat.
By very virtue of its calm I prefer 'Still' over 'In Motion'.
charu
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I said...
titli banke na kho jaao
bachpan ke dinon ki yaadon mein
bina paankhon se udoge kaise
is beraham aasmaan mein
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Anonymous said...
Great dynamism in motion: the boat being pushed, the waves gushing, rushing, the crow in flight. Bravo!
-----
Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy said...
Bachpan ke din bhi kya din the.....
Huzoor bahut din ke baad maine aapke blog ko dekhne ka mauka mila. Sab Khairiyat?
Coincidentally only today did I write a blog on my photography but without any shows ever though..... :-)
Pesh kar raha hun aapki qidmat mein...
http://hemantha-kalam.blogspot.in/
-----
Anonymous said...
Bhai,
'Still' in every sense; calm waters, stabile dinghy and bird alighted.
'In Motion' in every sense; roaring waves, man pushing dinghy and bird aflight.
What is uncommonly common between them is the sense they are creating. Both, the man and the bird, by their still-ness and motion-ness are suggesting that someone else use the boat.
By very virtue of its calm I prefer 'Still' over 'In Motion'.
charu
-----
I said...
titli banke na kho jaao
bachpan ke dinon ki yaadon mein
bina paankhon se udoge kaise
is beraham aasmaan mein
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Before After
before
withering
releasing
amorous
aroma
perhaps germinating
procreating
after
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Charu wrote:
Bhai,
It has been a fruitful season; 1:7.
I draw the line! No more!
Great picture of a beautiful flower.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
The Other
not infrequently
the heart has raced
with fatal longing
and stopped
even as it rushes and gushes
to be alive
to belong
to possess
forever and ever the mind
has served a warning to itself
and remained subjugated
to the impositions of civility
and respect
even as it cannot stop venerating
the other
and another
confused between the desire
to possess or to give
forever dying yet living
or ecstatic in living by dying
forever the desire
the longing
forever the holding back
most frequently
albeit unreasonably
the heart has its own reasons
most frequently
albeit unreasonably
the heart has its own reasons
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Persona
the mask
peeling gradually into uncertainties
of growing up
from childhood's end
towards the caprice of not knowing
what is ahead
in living
in life
(This picture was taken sometime in 1973. The girls' parents were very good friends of mine. Their father, who hailed from Jammu and Kashmir, where he was working in a hospital as a radiologist, had come to Madras, to the Government General Hospital to do a post-graduate course in radio-neurology, where I was exploring with the Head of the department, the famed neurologist Dr. N. Ramamurthi, research and possible practice of Bio-feedback techniques. I only hope that, wherever they are, they are well, and secure.)
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Oculus
eye
inside outside
who where
emptiness
before or after
the event
cycle of birth
and death
up and down
which way
heavenwards
or a seductive
abyss
who knows
who cares
who is there
for that matter
the question is
who am
I
Saturday, November 09, 2013
Flayed
foot arm elbow
dissected chewed
opened for study repair
rbc wbc capillaries
muscles skin
exposed to be covered
or consumed
no matter what
eventually
no question
no doubt
earth to earth
Friday, November 08, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Bonds
BONDS
BIND
CREATE AN INTRICATE NETWORK OF LINES
AND THROUGH THEM COMMUNICATE
SUCCOUR
EMPATHY
SUPPORT
STRENGTH
WEAKNESS
HELPLESSNESS
PAIN
BONDS
BIND
AND DEMAND
EVEN AS THEY GIVE
BONDS
OFTEN EVEN STRETCH ACROSS MOUNTAINS AND SEAS
AND TIME
BONDS
BIND
BIND
CREATE AN INTRICATE NETWORK OF LINES
AND THROUGH THEM COMMUNICATE
SUCCOUR
EMPATHY
SUPPORT
STRENGTH
WEAKNESS
HELPLESSNESS
PAIN
BONDS
BIND
AND DEMAND
EVEN AS THEY GIVE
BONDS
OFTEN EVEN STRETCH ACROSS MOUNTAINS AND SEAS
AND TIME
BONDS
BIND
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Anonymous wrote:
What can i say about bonds.
The image and the text are as made for each other as can be.
The text is the most succinct exposition i have read
anywhere of how the conscious being transacts the business of co existence,
deploying all the intricate tools of thoughts and emotions in an amoral
framework, more as an imperative than as a social compulsion or moral
obligation.
It complements your other poem, The trap.
Both are clear objective statements on the human condition
that 'depends' and at the same time vigorously resists dependence thereby
rendering conflict inevitable, every step of the way. You educate on things
that the world presumes to be knowledgeable about.
thank you.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Manna Dey
(1919 to 2013)
lyrics by Kapil Kumar
Phir kahin koi phool khila, chaahat na kaho usko
Phir kahin koi deep jala, manzil na kaho usko
Phir kahin…
Man ka samandar pyaasa hua, kyun kisi se maange duaa
Lehron ka laga jo mela, toofaan na kaho usko
Phir kahin koi phool khila...
Dekhe kyun sab woh sapne, khud hi sajaaye jo humne
Dil unse bahel jaaye to, raahat na kaho usko
Phir kahin koi phool khila…
This is my version, heartfelt and inspired by the original, that has haunted and haunts me.
Don’t be a fool, you are plain pathetic:
every time a flower blooms,
here, there, somewhere,
you think it is love,
that you are in love,
while actually
you have only fallen.
A light twinkles here,
shines, glitters there.
Beware.
Do not assume that
that is your repose,
the end of your journey,
fulfillment.
The swirling, twirling
at the pit of your heart,
hurting like an emptied ocean,
cannot find succour by going begging.
It would be perilous
to assume that the gathering
of waves upon waves
is a storm
Where is the fulfillment
in living by watching dreams
conjured and carved
out of vacuum of emptiness.
Fool, do not be seduced by comfort,
even if dreams create ecstasies
of satiation in your mind.
A flower may bloom again, you fool.
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Anonymous wrote:
Reading through this composition is like walking through a
pile of fallen leaves with a twig in hand and turning them and flinging them
about... a pile of thoughts disembodied from the experiences that generated
them merging and mingling with thoughts from countless other experiences, long
gone with seasons past.
But instead of letting the thoughts blow away too, the mind
holds them captive, perhaps in the vain hope of being able to reconstruct in
memory that which will not return in reality.
Many flowers will bloom. Again and again. Yet fools will
pine for the ones that have fallen and will bloom no more.
As for the singer, no tribute can suffice but here are some
words you sent me when he passed away:
Incredible range and trained voice, widest
variety of rendition, classically sublime to ridiculously funny,traversing
effortlessly various octaves and falsettoes; not even half got his full due, a
rare good man.
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Pravin Gandhi wrote:
Nice. Both.
My reply:
Thanks Pravin: Both came from the cardiac region of the brain, which habitually infarcs.
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Life and Death
Futility and Darkness Before, During and at the End of It, the Same About the Blog Below:
On October 18, in response to my statement that "I did not want to be born, and I have never considered life as an imperative," Dr. Taralika Trivedi raised the query, "Can you name a person, at least one person who wanted to be born...Sir, you are YOU only after your birth, not before. Now you can wish there may not be next birth, if you believe in reincarnation."
My reply:
To begin with, to have volition of or for or against anything at all, you have to have life. This statement is immutable. It is an absolute and a constant. For life, without going into the almost infinite impossibility of its accidental, contingent nature, chromosomes loaded with any one of the myriads of DNA material have to come together for conception to take place. This unity of conception precedes conscious life, which awaits very complex processes of fertlisation, germination, survival against countless odds, etc., before it acquires shape and identity, to breathe and exude what we call life beyond its birth.
It has been our privilege or curse to be aware of only two forms of life, with one deviant: plant and animal, and the deviant being the animal with the difference: homo sapiens, humans. Since this last of the species is the only one out of the three forms of life which is not only conscious of itself in the sense that it knows that it is born, it exists, and that it would die, the question of this life-form protesting the issue of its birth prior to gaining this consciousness (or immediately thereafter, until the consciousness grows into the capacity for conceptual thought, including the capacity to understand the meaning of life itself, to protest, accept or abhor it) absolutely cannot and does not arise.
Mostly, however, almost in their entirety, human beings assume life to be a given without any choice. Given by whom, is a question that few have asked, in all our previous and current times, and it would continue rarely to be asked until we are wiped out or we mutate into some other conscious species, most probably in some other place, which we may discover and into which we may cohabit and create new civilizations. Superstition, religion in their myriad forms, have provided succor and helped to conceal the urgency or need for an answer to this question.
The rationale behind not wanting, approving, being born, being alive, being part of this turbulent process, can occur only after birth, which is both an irony and a sad paradox. At such a time, one has the option of terminating life by conscious or unconscious self-destruct devices which are endlessly available.
I can therefore be asked, Why, if I did not want to be born, am I continuing to live. I would consider that a fair question, to which my most honest answer is: I exist by virtue of self-deception, cowardice; in this case, it being part of the makeup of my mind, which has been so rigidly constructed that it is not given to me to take my life.
This is a conditioning of mind by our societal environment. I have no alibis, and I offer no justification. I do not accept praise for not committing suicide, or terminating my existence artificially and unnaturally by some other clever or devious means. The immeasurable strength of the DNA material contained in my system, which is encrypted with the message to survive, also includes another message: to reproduce. I have not been able to overpower the former, but I have refrained from succumbing to the latter: I have not reproduced.
If, dear Dr. Taralika, all the above is abhorrent and arguable, please do not spare me from your wisdom.
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Pravin Gandhi wrote:
Got it.
Just one technicality: we do know a third form of life - the cellular or uni-cellular life which we do not see/experience, and also a fourth - the bacterial/viral : good ones which are good for health and bad ones which cause diseases.
Also why crib only about not having the choice of being born, it is only one - albeit 1st - of many: you don't have the choice of parents or relatives; one is born a naturalised citizen of a country or of a particular faith by default which in varying degrees is blasphemous to change; one does not have the choice to be born without deformity/incapability; the choice of running away from responsibility (e.g. by suicide, abandonment of dependent spouse/ward etc.), is considered despicable unless one turns out to be a Buddha as a result.
What about having the choice of the mode of death, like Bhishma? I would love that. I think most people are afraid of the mode of death rather than death itself.
Pravin
------------------------
my response:
On October 18, in response to my statement that "I did not want to be born, and I have never considered life as an imperative," Dr. Taralika Trivedi raised the query, "Can you name a person, at least one person who wanted to be born...Sir, you are YOU only after your birth, not before. Now you can wish there may not be next birth, if you believe in reincarnation."
My reply:
To begin with, to have volition of or for or against anything at all, you have to have life. This statement is immutable. It is an absolute and a constant. For life, without going into the almost infinite impossibility of its accidental, contingent nature, chromosomes loaded with any one of the myriads of DNA material have to come together for conception to take place. This unity of conception precedes conscious life, which awaits very complex processes of fertlisation, germination, survival against countless odds, etc., before it acquires shape and identity, to breathe and exude what we call life beyond its birth.
It has been our privilege or curse to be aware of only two forms of life, with one deviant: plant and animal, and the deviant being the animal with the difference: homo sapiens, humans. Since this last of the species is the only one out of the three forms of life which is not only conscious of itself in the sense that it knows that it is born, it exists, and that it would die, the question of this life-form protesting the issue of its birth prior to gaining this consciousness (or immediately thereafter, until the consciousness grows into the capacity for conceptual thought, including the capacity to understand the meaning of life itself, to protest, accept or abhor it) absolutely cannot and does not arise.
Mostly, however, almost in their entirety, human beings assume life to be a given without any choice. Given by whom, is a question that few have asked, in all our previous and current times, and it would continue rarely to be asked until we are wiped out or we mutate into some other conscious species, most probably in some other place, which we may discover and into which we may cohabit and create new civilizations. Superstition, religion in their myriad forms, have provided succor and helped to conceal the urgency or need for an answer to this question.
The rationale behind not wanting, approving, being born, being alive, being part of this turbulent process, can occur only after birth, which is both an irony and a sad paradox. At such a time, one has the option of terminating life by conscious or unconscious self-destruct devices which are endlessly available.
I can therefore be asked, Why, if I did not want to be born, am I continuing to live. I would consider that a fair question, to which my most honest answer is: I exist by virtue of self-deception, cowardice; in this case, it being part of the makeup of my mind, which has been so rigidly constructed that it is not given to me to take my life.
This is a conditioning of mind by our societal environment. I have no alibis, and I offer no justification. I do not accept praise for not committing suicide, or terminating my existence artificially and unnaturally by some other clever or devious means. The immeasurable strength of the DNA material contained in my system, which is encrypted with the message to survive, also includes another message: to reproduce. I have not been able to overpower the former, but I have refrained from succumbing to the latter: I have not reproduced.
If, dear Dr. Taralika, all the above is abhorrent and arguable, please do not spare me from your wisdom.
------------------
Pravin Gandhi wrote:
Got it.
Just one technicality: we do know a third form of life - the cellular or uni-cellular life which we do not see/experience, and also a fourth - the bacterial/viral : good ones which are good for health and bad ones which cause diseases.
Also why crib only about not having the choice of being born, it is only one - albeit 1st - of many: you don't have the choice of parents or relatives; one is born a naturalised citizen of a country or of a particular faith by default which in varying degrees is blasphemous to change; one does not have the choice to be born without deformity/incapability; the choice of running away from responsibility (e.g. by suicide, abandonment of dependent spouse/ward etc.), is considered despicable unless one turns out to be a Buddha as a result.
What about having the choice of the mode of death, like Bhishma? I would love that. I think most people are afraid of the mode of death rather than death itself.
Pravin
------------------------
my response:
Pravin,
you did not Get it fully: the one technicality that you are alluding to
specifically referred by you as “the cellular or uni-cellular as well as
the bacterial/viral life” are covered in my comprehensive dissertation. My
definition of life is total inasmuch as it considers everything including
viruses, bacteria and other known, unknown, or even invisible forms of any sort
which have a determinant self-defining DNA. For example, tuberculosis, typhoid, et al., are all forms of life. I hope this would clarify to you
the broader and total meaning of life that I have surveyed.
Similarly,
within what I have asserted, is included everything and beyond what you have
mentioned in your second paragraph about deformity, choice of running away,
suicide, parents, nationality, etc.
What you are, what you become, what careers you choose, or how you or for that matter any life, again, the emphasis being on any DNA-endowed matter, is circumstantial, accidental, coincidental and contingent, which itself is again contingent upon other contingencies, by definition, ad infinitum.
I hope you
will be able to re-read my post, if necessary, to find that within words and
sentences all of these details have been factored, either overtly or by
implication.
Please do
not take this clarification amiss.
Bhai
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Anonymous wrote:
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Anonymous wrote:
It brings such relief and often the only peace i know other
than [watching the] Ashoka [tree], to read your essays, both for their content and their manner of
presentation. If ever one comes across matters beyond the quotidian it is in
the framework of religious ideology, morality, and other dialectics. To read
and absorb such elucidation as you present of complex issues fundamental to our
very existence is so reassuring. To know that thought and its expression can
inform, educate and lead to new thought outside the harsh unaccommodating
bounds of isms is so liberating. Thank you.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Dawn
dusk
either beginning or end
first stirring of life
or the last image
chanced upon by
aged unseeing eyes
an image
of dawn or dusk
of beginning or end
not seen but felt
before the last breath
from scattered pieces
of mind
last breath
in wondrous glow
of dawn or dusk
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Anonymous wrote:
It's one of your saddest compositions. It embodies and
contains sadness, emptiness, absence where traces of presence linger in the
tenuous glow. Also almost liberating... as if the need to continue has been
abdicated without struggle. In a tacit pact the glow of dawn and dusk have
agreed to fill the vacuum.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Half-Opened Eyes
MEMORY:
NOW PAINFULLY FAMILIAR
AND AGAIN NOT;
FLEETING ELUSIVE
BUT OBSESSIVE
DEFIES DEFINITION
STIFLES WORDS
RECOGNITION
BUT NOT YEARNING
THAT BECOMES A PAIN IN THE THROAT
A GROWING LUMP THAT IS
A HOLLOW MOUNTAIN OF CLOUD
BEFORE BURSTING
TO BLUR MY VISION
INTO UNCONTROLLABLE TORRENTS
MEMORY,
FOREVER PERSISTENT, FOREVER
DISSOLVING,
FOREVER
HALF-FORMED MEMORY
NOW PAINFULLY FAMILIAR
AND AGAIN NOT;
FLEETING ELUSIVE
BUT OBSESSIVE
DEFIES DEFINITION
STIFLES WORDS
RECOGNITION
BUT NOT YEARNING
THAT BECOMES A PAIN IN THE THROAT
A GROWING LUMP THAT IS
A HOLLOW MOUNTAIN OF CLOUD
BEFORE BURSTING
TO BLUR MY VISION
INTO UNCONTROLLABLE TORRENTS
MEMORY,
FOREVER PERSISTENT, FOREVER
DISSOLVING,
FOREVER
HALF-FORMED MEMORY
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Enlightenment
lights lightened
a production of man-made contrivances
is it the same
as the real one?
it cannot be, for
if it were
then there would not be so much darkness
engulfing us, suffocating us
it is far more elusive
so rare as to be almost
perhaps
non-existent
laws of physics versus
the gray cerebral awakening
light and enlightenment
can be together and be the same
but if they are not
then only the abyss
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Anonymous wrote:
i was not present at the site but the impression i get is of
the darkness permeating the light rather than the other way round. It resonates
with something you often say, that the more one knows, the more one knows how
much one doesnt know. And yet we flash our figments of knowledge in ornate
packaging, blinded by arrogance while the darkness of vast ignorance envelops
us swallows us,
But the composition is extraordinary, each shade telling a
tale as in a sound and light show in some monument.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Words, Encapsulated
how much mankind
depends on words
that we need to pick up
by learning
or stealth
use reuse
misuse
to glory or
abomination
words indeed
are so much
of our existing breathing
living loving
creating destroying
hating
we would not stop at anything
to steal spread
conceal
words indeed
and therefrom language
and thence communication
words
words
_________________
(See also an earlier poem of mine about words: Words, My Master)
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Anonymous wrote:
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Anonymous wrote:
the buzz of words or a blur of words
does it matter do they matter?
they must for they contain
all that matters and that which is immaterial
come to think of it
words indeed are all we have
From the moment that we become matter
till the moment that nothing matters
Monday, October 07, 2013
Skylight and Incandescence
Natural light is created by nuclear fission, and pervades nooks, corners, crevices and great expanses, across and throughout the universe, which is infinite and eternal. Incandescent light is produced by the creative part of the human brain. But then, human beings emerged from natural selection of the widely known process of evolution and survival. So? I am merely showing a direct product of nature and an indirect one. Perhaps one or both sources of light will prod my brain to enlightenment, natural or evolutionary.
Sunday, October 06, 2013
Meditative
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Anonymous wrote:
i dont know why you chose that title but what i noticed was
that each of the three natural light sources, one of them not in the frame lead
to areas of darkness rather than the more expected darkness unto light
progression. as if light is preparing to meditate. And here the kadappa stones
bestow such a spartan look. Same stones exude luxury in the pool side study.
Kamaal hai. And the unsteady edges of the stone so well compliment the precise
vertical lines of the door frames, the wall and the tiled wall pattern in the
foreground.
And the human silhouette... its like you dropped it in to a
pool of light but ensured that not a beam of light would hinder its
meditation.
a very singular powerful composition.
thank you.
Saturday, October 05, 2013
The First Temptation
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Charu wrote:
And perhaps the last.
Harmony and color of nature beautifully captured.
--------------------------------
Anonymous wrote:
This one is joyous wicked shameless inviting and elusive. i
think its the fall of the folds and the light teasing them both. Reminds me of
vanity flair.
Forest Inside Outside
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Charu wrote:
Fifty percent of last ten or so pictures are 'reflective', 'squared',
'tiered','cornered'. Musical in a sense. Very clean, perhaps pristine is a better description. Enjoyed them all.
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Anonymous wrote:
This is like a dream i dream about. To bear witness to an
entity that is complete and yet able to dissolve into that which can hold it.
An entity that can immerse itself and still retain its essence. Mushkil hai
bhaut mushkil lekin na mum kin nahin.
Music Inside the Grand Piano
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Anonymous wrote:
Your piano reads like a musical note replete with light shade colour and pattern. Its an aria.
Friday, October 04, 2013
Writing on the Wall, or Failed Calligraphy
... to cacophony
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Charu wrote:
Footprints; reminds me of ancient hand prints in
the caves around the world. They were really on the walls.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cave_painting
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cave_painting
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Elemental Home
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Anonymous wrote:
i was musing. Is it the home of the elements... where the
elements dwell?
OR a home built of the elements... where life dwells?
The path laid out too and a built in roof to grant
protection from the elements when necessary.
Complete insurance.
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Dear Mr & Mrs Gandhi
The verdant rainforest is missing you and so do we all.. please come back soon.
Best Wishes
Krishan Kant Aggarwal
-------------------------------- My reply: We have no idea where our bodies are:
pulverised and mutilated on that seven-kilometre stretch
of uprooted, treacherous road between two parts of the golf course
– what a shame, what a travesty of justice –
or somewhere en route to or in Mysore, or loitering in the clouds, or declared lost.
What we do know, however, is that our minds, spirits, and hearts
are there in the midst of Verdant, Homeward, Meditative, Forest Inside Outside...
We have not left, because we could not leave;
we could not get away from there:
from you, and your entire team, top to bottom,
all loyal and intensely loving;
and all the leaves, trees, insects, animals, birds et al.
We are there; just look for us.
Ramesh Gandhi
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The verdant rainforest is missing you and so do we all.. please come back soon.
Best Wishes
Krishan Kant Aggarwal
pulverised and mutilated on that seven-kilometre stretch
of uprooted, treacherous road between two parts of the golf course
– what a shame, what a travesty of justice –
or somewhere en route to or in Mysore, or loitering in the clouds, or declared lost.
What we do know, however, is that our minds, spirits, and hearts
are there in the midst of Verdant, Homeward, Meditative, Forest Inside Outside...
We have not left, because we could not leave;
we could not get away from there:
from you, and your entire team, top to bottom,
all loyal and intensely loving;
and all the leaves, trees, insects, animals, birds et al.
We are there; just look for us.
Ramesh Gandhi
Thursday, October 03, 2013
Up and Down the Stairs
A Brief Encounter
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Anonymous wrote:
i think of it as a capsule of elegance, because a single
frame says it all. i see several encounters. Light greeting shade, height
diving to depth, distance rushing in and movement held between two steady
walls. And the conscious being negotiating it all with tentative
halting steps.
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