Exhibits

I stand at the door of perception and wonder to myself where am I being transcended. As I’m pondering and also taking my first step towards the unknown land, I walk to myself. Little do I realise what means to me. While walking through the gallery I go through different art works and realise the similarity in the strokes that we create for ourselves, expressing our deepest emotions or the superficial thoughts.
That is when I realise I’m no different, my experiences are no different. My skin might be a bit different and that is what refurnishes my sensitivity giving it a different direction to my expression.

walk on

I walk to the side and think this might be right. I look to the side and think I might be right. I open the door and take the step, I think to myself, I might be right. I turn right and I hope I’m right.
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but how do I know I’m right. I think that the unspoken words are my guides. But what if there is a pithole ahead and I’d fall flat on my face. I stick to the voice with doubt embedded at each level. I shut my eyes and concentrate on the voice.
Too bad. What will happen. I’ll fall. I’ll hurt myself. I’ll die?
What more could happen but if today I donot listen to my voice, I would never be able to hear anyone. And so I went ahead.



I survived. I was right. There was no pithope. My mind was playing games with me…where my heart was guiding me.

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Reaching Bombay Central

grrr. Screech.
Memsaab aise nahi. Thoda peeche aur phir right mein. Haan. Bas bas. Ho gayi aapki perfect parking.
Memsaab parchi?

Monday evening. 7 pm I decided to go to the small market place near my place. The closest to my home is 2 kms away. But nevertheless. That time I was returning home and decided to pick my mag, Record as curiousity was killing me. Well, as I’d already expected since the new issue hadn’t been published, it wasn’t on the stands. So I surfed through the bookstore like yesterday and thought yet again I’m going to embarrass myself for the next 2 hours and not pick a book. So I decided to take an about turn and walk back home, disappointed. As I swerved my back, my eye caught the interesting book cover which said Shama Futehally…and something something Bombay. I immediately picked the book (but promised myself not to buy it as I’ve spending a bit too much lately and I have 3 books pending to be read). But well. I couldn’t resist and picked this book. And said to myself. What the heck. I’ll finish it in 10 min.s and its not even that expensive plus it looks like a great book to read. I’ve read well…11 pages. Its definitely well written and once I’m done I promise a review on this blog. Till then you can view the cover of the book, artistically clicked.

my art diary

I now have a small self-proclaimed art diary. I write my most poetic moments and ofcourse my artful moments.

shutterspeed

The glimpse of that smile makes me await a thousand miles. I drove through the ocean to meet the sea, just to say hello. I looked around but found nobody around. I stood for a while waiting for hope to arise and someone to say hello. From far away I heard a distant giggle flickering. I turned around and found a dilapidated building calling out giggles. I walked towards it with my footwear creaking and squishing. The loser I got I heard louder giggles with bubbles of laughter. My silence and my wait did not matter anymore. I leaped forward into the building without thinking much and found myself in the middle of smiles and laughter which had no expectations…this is what I saw