Current mood

Drifting through life towards an endless gaping hole;
Mindful of the steps taken unknown;
Scared of the horrors that swallow me whole;
I am just a prisoner of my soul

india art fair

the india art fair is a visual explosion (an implosion too), an overload of sensory perceptions. sculptures, photographs, lithographs, silk-screen prints, paintings all vying for one's attention. and there i was swimming in its immensity; floating along leisurely among the exhibits whilst stopping and staring, picking free artwork and generally people-watching. made a hurried exit after three and a half hours of the art attack.

Art/Artists i liked (not genre specific):

• Lenticular prints- i like the 3D effect it creates
• Amit Pasricha- photographer
• Ranbir Kaleka- photographer
• Miro-painter
• Amitabh Kumar-ultra-violet painting on stainless steel
• Sachin Tekade- paper cuts
• Heri Dono-painter
• Ajay De- charcoal paintings
• Manu Prekh- silkscreen on  paper
• Laxman Goud-painter
• Uma Singh-sculpture
• Rimzon-painter
• Jyoti Bhatt- painter
• JMS Mani- painter
• Harshil Patel- painter

Art ideas:

Place sepia-coloured photographs on artpaper mounted or cloth mounted cardboard frames and then get these framed. Looks great on a wall when placed in a series.

Art do:

SAVE SAVE SAVE to buy original art prints by jogen chowdhury, m.f. hussian and the other grand daddies of indian art. Bottomline is that high art can be affordable.

Drive

This movie with its haunting sountrack and Ryan Gosling as the lead anonymous 'driver' in a LA heist gone ugly is one of the best films i've watched in a long time. I don't think Mr. Gosling utters more than a 100 lines in this film but the unspoken words and the haunting atmosphere which the director creates just adds to the layers of emotions you feel when you watch it. I, for one, have become a bonafide fan of Mr. Gosling and the director Mr. Nicolas Winding Refn.

Also, you must hear this song that appears in the opening credits of the film. Diggin' it xo

I'm tired of dog-earing the pages of this book.

Oh Steinbeck! you understand man, humanity, life with all its associated trials and tribulations better than anyone i know. You are a genuine human poet, giving meaning and character to troubled times. The bitter-sweet struggle for a better life resonates in every line of your book. My hope after reading this book is to be sensitive to the reality of life, to understand it with new eyes, to feel it creep between my fingers and finally to find myself a true human voice.

I don't want these foggy mornings to end; i don't want these icy winds to die away ; i don't want that i cannot wear my woollen socks and stay curled up in bed; i don't want that fresh sensation of washing my face with cold water to dissipate; i don't want that there will be no walks through the park covered in a misty haze; i don't want that i should shield myself from a raging bonfire; i don't want that i cannot soak up the last rays of a dying sun; i don't want that i cannot wear multiple layers of clothes that weigh me down; i don't want that my capacious paunch reduces in size; i don't want that my healthy appetite should die; i don't want that the open-air concerts will end; i don't want that i should fail to enjoy the last of winter's delights; i don't want that i should want what i want... 

Lohri celebrations

Went to Habitat Centre for their annual lohri festival. The stage was beautifully decked with marigold flowers, the seating was intimate with bamboo chairs and charpoys laid out with colourful cushions. There were bonfires raging at select spots to keep abay the chilly winter air. The music was sublime with Madan Mohan ji transporting us to the green fields of Punjab and its colourful people. Surrounded by Punjabis, young and old, who were dancing and singing along, i realised that their zest for life is truly infectious and in whose company you never feel alone.

Desire

songs// time

I watched Bridesmaids last night and it is easily one of the most lovable comedies i have seen in a while. But there was one song that gave me goosebumps. You know how you can relate to songs with different moments of time in your life; well this song takes me back to my childhood in Bangalore when it was a rage. I remember Priya swooning in delight whenever she played it on the tape and it's surprising that even know i can mouth the lyrics. So let me 'hold on' to those sweet sweet memories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIbXvaE39wM

Nostalgia//Memory

"How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!"

"The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes."

"How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but - mainly - to ourselves."

to buy or not to buy

Discovering the joys of online shopping

1. Books: Flipkart

2. Jewellery: Shopo

Anek Designs

3. Shoes: Be Stylish

 

Carlton Shoes

resolution 2012

WILL TRY; WILL NOT CRY

Delhi 2012

Independence (not freedom) and responsibility is what 2011 bestowed on me. It was the turning point from the dead-end of my life. There were detours and instances of falling off-the-track but with every twist and turn, i have steered myself back on track. The ride has been akin to being on a rollercoaster- up and down, round and round. But i was firmly strapped to my seat, feeling the surge of life rise within me. Delirious in bouts of glee; whilst drowning in moments of self-inflicted misery. But this shall not be, for 2012 is the year to just be.

2012

Song in my head: Meri Marzi (Govinda rocks!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HnW7CGcFDw

Thoughts:

To reactivate this blog to make it a more engaging space for myself to grow and learn.  I do not want this blog to filled with leftover emotions, half-baked thoughts and any of that passive aggressive/depressive angst that i feel.