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

monday morning blues

I drag myself to work and all I end up doing is writing this blog. This complete weekend I loved wasting my time. Actually thinking back, it was really wasn't a waste of time as I had alot of catching up on shopping. Though shopping without my younger sister can be a lil boring, as she's perfect in dragging me around and making me try every obnoxious dress thats set up on the manequin. now mind you my body isn't as great as the manequin So obviously, the mirror..actually forget those mirrors. the damn neck itself gets stuck and I end up feeling like a complete football and this repeated not in different shops but different malls! Yes my dear malls..n in the end i'm totally malled. so maybe on the 2nd thought it wasn't really that bad shopping alone...though I really missed her...
anyway back to monday morning...have piles of paper around, though most of the work had been wounded last week itself but i'm wondering if i could pick any interesting topic from the papers lying around. But again, since its monday morning blues I'm completely lazy today I shall get to do something mundane.
will be back in sometime...till then u might as well read this trash

I sit at my desk and try to write my own destiny. I think to myself, "Is this right," and then scribble a few more letters onto my diary believing myself the 'profound writer'. Unaware of what is around and there are zillions of writing our own destinies with the same coloured and companied pen. Everything seems quiver and I suddenly feel penned into to the whirlpool of fate.
Well then, now that I sound completely solemn and downbeaten as a philospher whose got wisely quotations to be quoted, so that the mere mortals can bow to my 'so thoughtful' intelligence and writing ability. Let me continue to philosophise.
:)
I stand on the brink of the shore and pretend I'm ready to take a flight. The gravels of the sand tickle my feet and I'm transcended to the land of nowhere, where only I exist. The Id.
Id began when human form was created. Id identified himself with the humans and began to reside in their space, the flesh of human carried the Id and continues to do so. He has distributed himself in many forms existing within those different structures, named the humans. Though the foolish human believes to posses the Id but little does he know. if only knowledge was that easy to capture within one lifetime and grasp whatever he had. What he misunderstands Id is Ego. Well our dear mister Ego definitely emerges from our incongruent ignorant mister human, though our Id mostly resides quietly deep in the land of human where nobody can really reach him except requested and that too happens rarely...and that is when our mister human emerges as the intelligent species...of human being :)
ok now my time to retreat and get to my work..

key to freedom or key to success...

the bell that resounds in my ear everytime i flick it...

recounts my destiny and assures me that maybe I'm on the right track...

what do you think my mere mortals...

has the walk to the destination begun?

* colliding thoughts
(oil on paper)