Friday, September 24, 2010

A certain numbness of the extremities

















Don’t you ever dream this dream – your body is floating on water, in the middle of a deep blue ocean. The sun kisses your faces, your neck, your stomach and your legs. Your eyes are closed and you feel warm outside and see a really red light inside. And then you lift your head and dive inside the water. It hits your body with a cold hard embrace. You swim deeper and desperately try to reach the bottom as if something important awaits you at the end. But you just keep swimming and never reach the end.

This is my second favorite dream.

The dream I love the most goes something like this – I wake up in a dark room, light is coming from next door. It’s natural light. I get off the bed and my bare feet touch the cold floor. From the door I can see some people outside. They are sitting. I take a step inside the door and natural day light hits my eyes. It’s mild and loves me. I open my eyes again and struggle to see. Then out of a body of white I see two dark eyes. They look like they have been causally drawn on a piece of paper and forgotten. Then the eyes become a face. It’s my mother. She is taking an algebra class in our balcony. Behind her I can see the warm afternoon light filter in. I can see the trees in the garden. The green is magical with the yellow and black. I blink and she smiles at me.

That’s it! That is all I remember. It‘s the best dream I have ever had. I have only seen it once but the memory of its feeling has burnt itself into my brain.

Then there is a 3rd favorite dream also – I sit in the middle of Times Square. Right there in the middle of the road I sit on a chair, licking my ice-cream cone. People come and stop in front of me. They ask for directions. I stop licking my cone and tell them with elaborate hand gestures. Sometimes my arms extend unnaturally (like rubber woman) and point right to the door they are looking for. It’s fascinating. I feel empowered. And the ice cream cone never melts or ends.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Graphic Paintings: Face Of God Collection


Birds of Paradise


Face OF God


Wall Flower


Yellow and White Flowers

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Graphic Art: Eustace


The Loneliness Of the Long Distance Runner (For Alan Sillitoe)



Om Shanti



Eustace (The city God: Keep me Safe)




Wall (of humans and things)


Sea God (Keep me safe)


Second Grace


Eye In the Sky



Evil Eye

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Sunday, January 17, 2010

Ocean Sea




Every morning for 8 weeks I walked up to the beach,
right after high tide had ended.
The beach would be full of all sorts of fish dying.

I would run and pick them up and try to toss them back into a sea that didnt want them anymore.It was a exercise in futility, and in the larger picture a bit morbid as well, but it made me feel good and alive and young.

There are moments when the sea is extraordinarily beautiful.

The day you came looking for me, i was at the beach, saving the fish before they died of lack of water.


I feel your abscense in more than one way. For one thing no one wakes me up in the mornings.


Video Info:

RAN | Short | 1min 33 sec | Silent | 2010 [HQ]

Non Commercial |
Music: Max Richter (copyright 2008 Bridgit Folman Film
Gang)
Image Courtesy: London Film Productions( The Third Man, 1949) | Argos
Films (Hiroshima mon amour, 1959) | New Line Cinema (Punch Drunk Love,
2002)



Saturday, January 16, 2010

Passport Size



" He is eyeballing me!
Would you please ask him to stop!" said the purple people eater.

" Who?" - I asked.

" A man from a passport size photograph", said he.

Our Lady Of Regrets I



Not for a second...
Never really ever,
I didn't meant it at all...

I hope you are attending
the open mind night tonight.

Monday, June 02, 2008

LAUT AAYA MAI BINA KUCH KAHE


JESUS

Sunday, May 20, 2007

don't swim


BLOW
Slow
And
Painful

Your words.
Like a wild forest fire...

Today you are silent
I fall apart...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

She Came Back














SHE CAME BACK HOME
AND FOUND THAT EVERYONE HAD SHRUNK!
SHE WOKE UP
AND FOUND HERSELF IN THE BOOK SHE HATED THE MOST!
SHE WOKE UP
AND COULD HEAR THE POLICE SIRENS
THE SMALL BULLETS
HITTING HER SHOULDERS LIKE DRIZZLING RAIN
SHE WOKE UP AND WENT BACK HOME
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