Pictures

Sexuality has been a topic that has always got eyeballs be it represented in any form. Glancing
across my daily dose of mid day i came across a article on a exhibition titled clits and tits. The artist defending the breach of verbal propriety with artistic licence.As I discussed the peg to the
story with a colleague I was trying to advocate the same right.But now as i bring my thoughts
together on the idea,i realise that the visuals have not left any kind of a sensory impact.Then what does the worth of the whole excercise boil down to shock value ?....can he be forgiven for
abusing our sensitivities.I am not against sexuality I am against crudeness.

The walls of jehangir art gallery have been witness to many a artists vision,as you sail alongside each dream you can feel their dreams talk to you alive,draped in colour and symmetry.

This time it is about a thought which perhaps hastily scribbled on canvas with a theme that never forgets to invoke a response. As they say any Publicity is good publicity.

My hope

one of the most amazing things about life is how one fine day you have everything that you wished for and then the next you have nothing .Whoever invented The idea of ground zero should be shot.Perhaps the whole idea of winning after a season of loss is what makes life for intresting, but what takes you on the other side of the river bank is faith.Through all the trauma and tribulations in life thats one magic word that has seen me through the most of my difficult times. Calmness can be very scary,when water stands still there is a errieness which creeps slowly and steadily over you,there is going to be disaster you know its lurking somewhere,slowly creeping towards you inch by inch its like dieing slowly and steadily.Your soul leaving your body bit by bit leaving you totally empty.Its life without a purporse,without a reason,without a crusade.
As I read a 3 page interview of the diva rekha,i got answers to the many questions which have been swimming in my head for a very long time why dont i have any body in y life with whom i
can share my mornings and my nights why dont i have a baby i could hold in my arms and rock to sleep why dont have a home i can come home to . I need to not expect that is the key, i have been told that many a times by many a people,and a woman who is the epitome of beauty and sucess advises the same too.But at the age of 25 I am sure that nirvana was far away from her thought.But I guess it comes with time and with age and the understanding that from here there is no turning back.

But there is hope still even at this spot in life when the sun has crossed over the horizon and that is what i am never tired about writting.

A few thousand for a few words

45,000/- rupees for a old man against a white wall some million miles away in a neighbouring country pakistan.To talk about another man who has brought a country to the edge of desperation. when in a remote village a mother gives her young baby liquor because food is a commodity she cant afford and the sight of her loved one crying with hunger puts a knife through her heart.so she puts her beloved to sleep not with the soft crooning of a lullaby but with the intoxication that the drink brings.

Horns

I often wonder when will i be able to rise above the shadows,its a wait that just doesnt seem to end.My quota of excuses has run out and now whats with me is this extreme emptiness.
I dont know what to do may be I do I just dont want to acknowledge it.Have always believed that you take life by the horns but now I am getting tired,very tired.
They say that when the night gets very dark the sky is just bursting with the expectancy of light,I am waiting for the silver lining and my patience is on the brim of a disaster. I need to reinvent myself .Yesterday I went through those dark tunnels of lonliness and the quest continues.Every day that i have gone home i have thought that tommorrow i shall fill up this space with the menanderings of my heart.But somehow i think and right now i will leave at that
thought ........smile..........wait