Visual Essays

The Tag

2008-07-07T03:06:00.001-07:00

This tag is very difficult since I would need to assess 11 years of being with A, and admitting that a lot has changed. But here goes..

1. The ability to tolerate everyone, irrespective of how miserable they make me.
2. The ability to take it easy and break a rigid 'good' habit once in a while, just for the heck of it.
3. To be able to shop alone.
4. Grow an ear for different rhythm and music.
5. Be unconventionally romantic and spontaneous.
6. Be rational.
7. Respect money and ambition.
8. Have patience and truly enjoy a victory.
9. Distract myself when I am angry because someone else isn't doing their work properly.
10. Accept criticism, without feeling bogged down by it.
11. Appreciate Wine.
12. Read books.
13. Learn to say No when you mean No.
14. Introduced me to the Internet, Email, Chat, Google Search, Blogging, Pen tablet,photography and the absolute divinity of a Mac.

This list could go beyond 14, but you would have to beat it out of me. These 14 points are the only ones I will admit to!!

Invite to ADVAITA

2008-05-15T04:42:00.001-07:00

Everyone is invited.

There's still Hope.

2008-02-17T05:44:00.000-08:00

Santa's here...

2007-12-27T05:37:00.000-08:00

Seasons Greetings to Everyone.. :)

The Sleeping Monster.

2007-11-09T07:01:00.001-08:00

Christ Church, Oxford. October 2007.

This old window of the church, appears like a large sleepy face..with an unhealthy rash..I love being an artist who sees normal things with such a gross imagination. :)

Snapshots of the show ..

2007-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:00

You Me and Our World - series.

Nehru Center - 4th - 10th September.

Once more this year..!

2007-08-28T04:53:00.000-07:00

this time it's a group show...

Please do come, everyone's invited.

The Other Side of Me..

2007-05-02T21:38:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on canvas board, 2nd May, 2007

Deep within me,
an urge to flower,
buds and leaves and petals,
wither away,

night and day,

concealing the other side of me,

just short of the urge..to be

who I am truly meant to be.

And the struggle continues...

Images from the solo..

2007-04-23T01:59:00.000-07:00

Some of the images from my exhibition. Friends, guides and philosophers.

Invite to my Solo Exhibition..

2007-03-21T23:57:00.000-07:00

I Am Everything..

2007-02-23T12:56:00.000-08:00

Acrylic on paper, 23rd February 2007

Through me is sunrise,

In me shine the stars,

the moon sets in my eyes,

the oceans flow from and to me,

swirling breeze my breath,

the chirping birds and the babbling brook, my soul song...

Mountains my silhouette..

I open my eyes and see

I am Everything and Everything is Me...

Primary Colour..

2007-01-28T03:30:00.000-08:00

Acrylic on paper, 27th January 2007.

This is an entry for the Illustration Friday topic, 'RED'. I call this one Primary Colour.

Salvation ..

2007-01-25T16:05:00.000-08:00

Acrylic on paper, 25th January 2007.

I made this painting after having seen a program on Byzantine art. The style isn't what captured me, but the subject of the massive mosaics and paintings still viewed at Istanbul.

Salvation - a much sought after 'end and beginning' of mankind. I asked Atul to write a few lines about the painting, telling him the only word of reference. If you read this, you will know he did justice to the painting and to the whole concept.

Soulmate

2007-01-15T14:30:00.001-08:00

Acrylic on paper, 15th Jan, 2007

Ode to Karl..

2006-12-16T12:09:00.000-08:00

Acrylic on canvas, 16th December, 2006

Unleash ..

2006-12-09T06:27:00.000-08:00

Ink on paper, 8th december, 2006

This painting is a thought gone wayward. It began as 'unleash the beast', and eventually after three hours with breaks, ended up becoming ' tame the beast'. Made with gold, white, black and red gel ink pens on paper, another abstraction of thought, totally releasing..

Mask - Illustration Friday

2006-12-09T06:12:00.000-08:00

Acrylic on paper, 8th december, 2006

This is my entry for this week's Illustration Friday topic - Mask.

Illustration Friday topic - MIGHT

2006-12-04T06:44:00.000-08:00

Acrylic on paper, 3rd December, 2006

This is my entry for the topic 'MIGHT' on Illustration Friday, this week.

When i read the word Might, the only phrase that came to mind is, ' One man with courage is a majority'..i have no clue why or how the word 'might' can relate to that statement, but i set out to paint in abstract, what it would be..and Voila!

This is an acrylic on paper.

Dawn..

2006-11-26T05:24:00.000-08:00

Oilpastels on paper, 26th November 2006

Patiently through the long, dark night
I have waited for my day to dawn..
a long lifetime of a wait..

The first ray of light dispels the darkness within my soul,
the light .. brilliant, warm and comforting..
reassuring of its presence, forever...

what doors were closed in the gloom of the night,
opened up new paths, absolutely luminous...
and the journey begins now..
now that i see clearly the path ahead..

The Original..

2006-08-29T15:39:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on canvas, sometime in 2005
This is the very first of the 'You, Me and Our World' series of paintings. I call it 'Together'.

Abstract - 4

2006-08-21T05:42:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 21st August, 2006

Adding to the ongoing abstract series of paintings, this is an abstraction of a sea bed. Thoroughly enjoyed layering this piece.

MATCH - Illustration Friday

2006-08-21T03:49:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 21st August 2006

It is just a matter of matching the slipper to the right foot..and they live happily ever after..My entry for Illustration Friday - Match.

More Abstracts..

2006-08-15T17:00:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 15th august 2006

Abstraction..

2006-08-14T10:14:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 14th august 2006.

Abstract, made this painting to break an artist's block that i am going through at the moment. Ended up enjoying it..

Stream of Life..

2006-08-11T16:14:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 11th august 2006.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle
of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

-Rabindranath Tagore

Matisse Trilogy ..

2006-08-10T17:12:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on canvas, 9th August 2006

Every once in a while a painter's work hypnotizes you into making your first triptych. This is mine.. the Matisse trilogy is a tribute to the genius. Does not mean it was easy at all.

After Matisse..

2006-08-07T09:54:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on canvas, 7th august 2006

This painting is one of a series inspired by Henri Matisse, also an entry for the Inspire Me Thursday topic - Black and White. I am amazed at the difficulty i felt while painting this seemingly simple piece..

The Gaulish Village - Illo Friday (Capture)

2006-08-06T17:25:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 7th August 2006.

This painting is an entry to this week's Illustration Friday topic - Capture. The topic is pretty surprising cosidering the state the world is in. The red flags are the ones who won't give up or give in.. appear surrounded, but not defeated, while the 'neutral' white flags watch the chaos.

Champagne Shoulders ..

2006-08-01T09:31:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 1st august 2006

This painting is an entry for this week's Inspire Me Thursday topic - Non-visual art form -Music. This is my interpretation of 'My wife with Champagne Shoulders' - Mark Isham (from Pure Moods).

Cleanliness - (Illustration Friday - Clean)

2006-07-30T03:39:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 29th july, 2006

This is an entry for the Illustration Friday, topic - Clean.

The Game - Inspire Me Thursday (Child's play)

2006-07-26T04:02:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 26 July, 2006

This painting is an entry for Inspire Me Thursday - Child's Play.
The painting is called The Game.

Illustration Friday - Opposites

2006-07-23T07:35:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on Paper, 23 july, 2006

This painting was an entry for the topic called Opposites on Illustration Friday.
It is a depiction of opposites existing in nature..and the harmony that they bring about.
This painting is an addition to the You, Me andOur World series.

The Search ...

2006-07-17T04:42:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on canvas, 15th july 2006

The Blood-line..

2006-06-30T15:18:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 29th june,2006.

This painting is about creation and nature...also a small gift for fellow blogger Sattva.. (Congratulations, girl..be happy..)

Party's over...

2006-06-28T18:45:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 28th june 2006.

You can be yourself now...

Breakdown of Form..

2006-06-23T07:48:00.000-07:00

Oil pastels and pencils on paper. 22nd june 2006.

Summer's here...

2006-06-23T05:50:00.000-07:00

and so are the sun bathers.. but no SPF 15 here..

Still afloat....

2006-06-23T04:39:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on canvas board, from the Lotus Pond Collection, 'The moons says hi', October 2003

The Boat Float...

2006-06-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

The Barque - Claude Monet, 1887.

Human being survives on hunger.

Hunger for food, hunger for thought, hunger for sex, hunger for money or power.. any kind of hunger for company...even attention.

The mind and its games, dull the intellect. The goal is lost, and the heart finds lame excuses for behavioural patterns and does not help in anyway. The soul is distracted. Morality,dues, wants, needs, duties, ought-to's, expectations, desires..and many more such shackles of existence, block perspective.

The one who can see through this greed, this relentless need to 'be' is truly Free. The kind of freedom that no one can tarnish with a word or a mind game... i wish it..i wish to see some of that brilliance.. i wonder what it feels like...to belong and not.. like a boat oar-less, sail-less, floating on the water surface.. that must be freedom...

Solo..

2006-06-15T09:52:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper. 15th june,2006

Adding another 'door knob' form to the 'You, Me and Our World' series. This one is about going the whole distance of your chosen path, your way, alone.... The metaphoric sun also alone, yet, undiminished... leading as an example for the world to follow.

Once upon a time...

2006-06-12T23:55:00.000-07:00

Acrylics on canvas board, 12th june, 2006.

The Seed of Thought..

2006-06-01T10:17:00.000-07:00

Oil pastels on paper, 31st May, 2006

"Then said he, Unto what is the kingdom of God like? and whereunto shall I resemble it? It is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and cast into his garden; and it grew, and waxed a great tree; and the fowls of the air lodged in the branches of it."—Luke 13:18-19

I read a referrence to this parable about the mustard seed teachings at a Sahajyoga site. I didnt bother to disect it with my own thotology and gain any wisdom. It probably is the simplest of truths..

It all begins with a seed. A seed is a concentration of intent and potential.. A seed of thought..

Neo..

2006-05-22T12:29:00.000-07:00

Acrylic on paper, 22nd May, 2006

Adding to the 'You, Me and Our World' series.

Mr.Darcy...

2006-05-04T02:10:00.000-07:00

Oil Pastels on Paper, 28th april,2006

I had the chance to watch Pride and Prejudice, the movie.

I have read the book several years ago, seen the play and also sat through its painful Hindi adaptation on tv... the charachter of Mr Darcy has enchanted me each time...no matter which actor played the role.

Mr Darcy is perfect..

He is an epitome of sophistication and the embodiment of the 'Y-chromosome'..makes me think..if such a man really does exist in the real world..or maybe he does in bits and pieces in many men..like a puzzle..

This painting is a salute for that 'y-chromosome' charachteristic which made Jane Austen create Mr.Darcy.. and to the bits and pieces of Mr Darcy, in every man alive today.

Perfection, does make one a lone wolf sometimes...Perception dissolves the distance, i think..

Soul Mountain Dwellers...

2006-05-04T01:56:00.000-07:00

Oil Pastels on Paper. May 1, 2006

An ongoing series of figurative/abstract paintings..the - You, Me and Our World - series.

An attempt at trying to keep detail to the minimum and use colour to get a thought across. The soul mountain dwellers is about finding asylum for your soul. Different people use different techniques to reach that 'mountain', alternatively their life path.

Some choose to walk alone.. others dont.

Simplicity often speaks volumes, expresses what is to be expressed without any misinterpretation. This painting series and several others to follow, is about simplicity and its profound ability to inspire..

The soul is simple and detached.. it is the mind and the heart which create complexity of existence, tearing the soul away from its path.

This painting is a tribute to those souls who have reached their destination, and a prayer for those who are trying to...

A Parallel Universe..

2006-04-20T04:59:00.000-07:00

Oil Pastels on Textured paper, 20th April 2006.

An image from my early morning dream, the last thing i saw before i opened my eyes. The beauty of dreams is that you can never exactly apply any logic to them, while dreaming, thankfully..

The painting by itself bears no significance to any personal struggle as most gurus of dream interpretation might interpret, but the sheer beauty of colours is what captivated me in the first place.

I interpret this image and dream as my need to go beyond a certain conditioning, a known universe, to be able to see and acknowledge the presence of a parallel universe. In other words, to be able to live twice as much as i do today...

How many times do we in the course of our routine lifestyles wish for a better life, one that is very much different from what we live ? The answer probably lies inside us.. maybe we can live it by merely changing our perspectives..

Wait some more..for Ganga

2006-04-19T13:37:00.000-07:00

Oil pastels on coloured paper, 19th april 2006

At the risk of turning my blog space into a Wait-ing room, another addition to the Wait series, inspired by Gangadhar' s comments on the earlier one.

Sometimes the simplicity of forms can give more meaning to a painting than the colour or technique applied. This painting was inspired by a strand of human hair floating freely on the water surface..moving with the current...pretty much like the way we move through our lives...

'Wait' for Ganga

2006-04-19T13:23:00.000-07:00

Oil pastels on coloured paper, 19th april 2006

Adding to the series called The Wait, this is in response to Gangadhar's comments on the earlier post.
(Ganga, you can go ahead and chose the picture you want to for your post..this was fun!)

The Find..

2006-04-13T21:40:00.000-07:00

The Find : Wax crayons on paper. 24.01.06

Looked everywhere,
inside and out,
Waited
light years and moments,
lost my self
in beliefs,
my own and adopted...
until i found my soul..
all questions answered
wait no more.

Wait .. some more..

2006-04-13T21:34:00.000-07:00

The original wait, wax crayons on sketch paper. 23.01.06

The Wait..

2006-04-03T03:43:00.000-07:00

March 27, 2006
Oil Pastels on paper.

There is a certain amount of longing to want to paint in a much preferred comfortable medium, for me, its acrylics. I have recently changed, rather taken a step backwards to crayons, pencils and pastels. Every medium behaves differently. The kind of techniques you apply in one, are almost disastrous in another. The thought of 'going back' to crayons after graduating from water colour to acrylics and oils, almost sounded depressing. This painting 'the wait' was during that phase. Any amount of skills, colour wheel knowledge and theory cannot replicate the sheer pleasure of a practical session.

I see people waiting for a train at the tube station, like souls waiting for redemption. The concept of the arrival of the train to take you to your destination seems so reassuring and hope filled. My journey with various media and art, along with the colour wheel, beckons me.. move, i must.. for movement is life.

Neurotic Art

2006-04-03T03:30:00.000-07:00

March 27, 2006

The depiction of an artist's neuron, as colourfully as can be, at 7885m above ground. The need to create excessive detail and intricate patterns on paper with ink and pastels, only to blot out the boredom of travelling alone on what seemed like a really long flight. The air hostesses were mighty amused by the whole artist-on-flight episode. Thankfully none of them dropped coffee on my art work(!).

One of them actually encouraged me to approach some swanky art galleries in Mumbai to show my art. Just when i was beginning to hate the whole 'journey is more important that the destination' thotology, this angel flying in mid air shows me the way...literally!

Life has a way of showing you the way and giving you your answers, if only you learn to interpret them..and ask the right questions.

The Epicenter

2006-03-25T14:31:00.000-08:00

March 2006

First attempt with Oil pastels on grey pastel paper.

The Jolly Tag

2006-02-16T03:36:00.000-08:00

I don't generally do tags, but since this one seemed easy..here goes, (Peace atul i will respond to your earlier tag too!)

Four jobs I have had:
Drawing Teacher
Clerk in a Bank
Shrimp Farmer
Marketing Executive for Books

Four movies I could watch over and over:
Sound Of Music
Half ticket
As good as it gets
Padosan

Four places I've lived:
Mumbai(even when it was Bombay)
Bangalore
Thailand
London

Four TV shows I love to watch:
FRIENDS
A Place under the sun
World's most scariest places (generally all spooky stuff)
Charmed

Four places I've been to on vacation:
Mangalore
Nairobi
Konkan
Dwarka

Four of my favorite foods:
Seafood (other than muscular hunks hauling themselves from the sea in Baywatch)
Pani-puri(proposed staple diet)
Dahi rice n neembu achaar
Spinach omelette( like La Strada makes them)

Four places I'd rather be right now:
Turkey
Costa Del sol
Paris
Florence

Four sites I visit daily:
Gaizabonts
Black Love
Google
Visual Essays

I should be tagging four more unsuspecting innocents, but i don't know of four who haven't already done this tag, so i choose to break the tradition here..sorry jolly :)

Sunshine..in a box

2006-01-09T23:32:00.000-08:00

The horizon is limited, it extends to the point where the sun tumbles clumsily off the earth.

But your eyes, in them, they carry sunrises and sunsets and bright noon and eclipses..all at once..

Tears, like oceans wronged..

wild and carefree sea breeze..you are..

What more gifts of nature does one look for beyond you..

End to Innocence

2006-01-09T08:32:00.000-08:00

"End to Innocence? Why??..How??" he asked, taking one look at it..

"It might take time to explain this, but i hope you follow my words, since the painting failed to do so!" i dripped unwanted sarcasm.

"Well,the colours in the center of the painting are pastel shades, associated with childhood, and as the painting moves towards the sides, the colours change from neutral shades to bright on one side and out right dull, dark on the other side"..i exhaled..

"Yea..so?? where is the end to innocence??" he said with an expression which was a cross between a pseudo 'know-all' and 'duhhh(!)', shaking his knees impatiently.

"It is about colour associations to a human life, people are like pastel shades in their childhood, and as they grow up, they change from neutrals to aggressive bright reds and oranges or sober out to be dark blues and violets..and greys..this painting is about that.." i fought back the duhh(!).."its about maturity and purity of charachter.." i persisted, ignoring the impatient knee.

My frustration knew no bounds..do i have to explain my art??!! i see other artists fight back the duhh(!), sometimes the made up, 'hmm..interesting!!', which brings me to my primary question, why do i paint?...do i need to explain that too??!!

"Yah, nice..it is nice, but will not sell, because people want meaning in a painting, you know, something they can relate to..(!)."

I shot him dead in my head, Ally Mcbeal style, and moved on in search of the next patron of Arts.

One last time..

2006-01-09T00:32:00.000-08:00

One last time..one glance..
She looked back before she left her loving past behind..

One last glance..
to close a chapter forever..

Her lips almost breaking into a smile..
Her eyes almost lined with tears..
Her mind floating over memories..

One last glance..
And then she never looked back.

Death..

2005-12-31T00:44:00.000-08:00

And descend she will,
In her gown of dark and shimmer
Like Night's midnight blue..
And Death in all her radiant sadness and sombre cold,
so beautiful, so welcoming..calling..

Her eyes bear no remorse,
Her face of peace and redemption..
Future unsure, past forgiven..

It is time to go now,
she beckons me to her grounds of quiet slumber ..forever...

Take me with you..

Fida on Frida..

2005-12-21T20:35:00.000-08:00

Not once, not twice but eight times..has your face eluded my paint brush, burnt holes on my mental screen .. you haunt me like the others did..the Waterlilies and the Kiss.. and eyes of china blue..that enigmatic smile..the 60 year old wise, wrinkled face staring at the viewer..

I give up..but i cannot, for you wont let me.. your broken column talks of an unbroken spirit.. your self-portraits mock my very skill..how can anyone know oneself so well, every cheekbone, each hair.. how dare you!!

Each time i attempt to paint you, i miss out on the one most important thing that surpasses decades of skill.. your undying spirit... how can i ever capture that with an ochre yellow, raw umber and payne's grey..!

While you sit comfortably in the Embrace of the universe..i barely sleep...

Thank you, Frida.. to keep me going...

Colour Wheel

2005-12-14T22:37:00.000-08:00

Colours are beautiful.. especially when they blend and mix with each other, even better when they don't.. they prefer to be independant.. pigments extracted from different sources behave differently when made into paint..

The source of the powdered pigment defines its ability to blend well (or not).. yellow is a happy colour..it mixes and mingles..red stands its ground..ultramarine blue has a very royal ancestry..(once upon a time used to be the most expensive paint, extracted from lapis lazuli..you will find it only in the great masters paintings, in Christ's or Madonna's robes)..

Colours thrive on a glorious past ... a past that defines its own current status.. a past that highlights character and behaviour..

History does define character...

Science defines behaviour...

it could be the other way around too..like in the human race...(!)

Ode to the humble Green..

2005-12-14T08:03:00.000-08:00

I am overwhelmed.. You overwhelm me..

Your beauty i cannot replicate with my paint brush..for no paint brush or hand is fine enough to replicate such radiance..but Life itself..

I see you gently moving in the wind outside my window, playing hide and seek with sunrays, and i wonder why i feel empty at times, inspite of being surrounded by such love for life..

Teach me to be like you..not much, maybe just a little.. just enough to make me feel good about what i am meant to be, what i am here to accomplish.. live my full life..

Salutations to my humble green teacher..

The Artist's Rhyme..

2005-12-05T21:39:00.000-08:00

He scribbles, He paints,
His red face, his eyes stare,
He struggles, He waits
His hands and his soul bare..

Furious fingers making sense, drawing meaning into a footpath outside the museum that displays best works of painters from all over the world, a scene he mockingly replicates - The Last Supper..!

Onlookers appreciate his work, leave pennies in his torn hat...he laughs in his mind and says "there God, finally, we can have supper tonight..."

Something Untitled

2005-11-25T06:58:00.000-08:00

"Where have you been?" came the question."Been busy with other stuff" i said, trying hard to silence a volcano."You dont care about me, Your work is done, Your life is set, Your need of me is over..U bitch, U dont care at all!!" came the red hot lava burning everything in its way.

"I dont care?..I dont care??????, Each time i am face to face with you, you are a poker faced mocking moron! All i ever get from you is "nothing"..You are as expressive as a stone wall! And i dont care for you??" i erupted. "I sit and talk to you, spend time with you, we share our selves.."
"Shared!!..past tense..you have no time for me anymore, I am not interesting anymore, am i? Its been eons since you said one kind word to me, or caressed me just once..I was your muse, your inspiration..is this how you treat someone you pledge your love to???..if yes, i am better off wrapped in white, and burnt..!" and the tears began to flow..

We embraced each other for what felt like a decade.

"I hate you" i said quietly through my tears,"i love you actually, but i will never tell you that" "I love you too" came the muffled reply " i missed you, and if you let me go, i will haunt you to death."

Then came the plea, "Please kill me, strangulate me, so that i can live again, this life of monotony i wish to end, breathe life into me..so that i can feel again."

"I am not confident i can do this, but i will try my best, my love.." i said, raising my hand. The assault was painful, almost sensual, continued for a while, before i put down the knife dripping red.. I felt exhausted, an inexplicable warmth in my heart...I felt like God, i fell asleep, happy..

language of the sands.

2005-11-11T07:16:00.000-08:00

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These sands speak
a language unknown to human race..
Of feet that splitter-splattered once on their shore,
Of soft first kisses, of silver hair and folk lore..
Of shy glances,
Of meaningless dances..
Of floating grey ashes and dried flowers
Of laughing children and quarelling lovers..
Of sunsets and sunrises, salt in the air,
they rage, they cry, they die, they despair..

These sands memorize everything..

You, ocean boundless, my soul, my friend..
i wish to make a pact with thee
a prayer to set your sands free
from their burdensome memory..
Go..fulfil their destiny..

Of tides gone by..

2005-11-11T05:37:00.000-08:00

Of Childhood I seek my beauty lost,
My smile, My laugh, My summers, My frost..
What lay in the sparkle of my hazel eyes,wide
What waves tickled my toes, what moon changed my tide..

Oh ye sweet smell of innocence gone by,
a tear shed, a distant cry,
Maybe we are to cross paths again, someday
Come remind me of my games to play...

In the News

2005-10-05T08:01:00.000-07:00

Habitat for Humanity recently conducted an event to announce a project in India - India Builds. And hey, keep reading till the eleventh paragraph. Our good work gets a mention here.

Greetings!

2005-09-26T08:13:00.000-07:00

The Lotus Pond Collection, part of it, is now available as greeting cards and desk calendars from NASEOH. Along with work from Ramesh Thorat's collection, some of the beautiful work done by the students of NASEOH - Vasant Narkar, Ganesh Nikam, and Amol Chavan.

Series: And then Man made God...

2005-09-14T08:26:00.000-07:00

Series: And then Man made God...

2005-09-14T08:16:00.000-07:00

An Eagle's Flight

2005-08-26T05:06:00.000-07:00

I love to watch an eagle's flight.

Their flight appears to be serene, confident, and gentle; at the same time watchful, dangerous and predatory.

The innocence of the first few frantic flaps of their large wings, almost reminding of you of your first step, in an attempt to leave the massive force of gravity behind... and also a world; then the quiet, controlled, mature glide of the body, as if air is at its mercy.

Like people who have a rags to riches story to tell their future generations of rich spoilt brats; their first few years of being paperboys and office assistants leading struggling lives and then the sudden upward thrust into a realm of success and maturity.

I wish all lives were as simple as an eagles flight.

Preying on animals almost twice heavier than itself, against all laws of gravity, I wonder where one develops such an audacious confidence!

The Day I Touched God...

2005-08-16T13:41:00.000-07:00

well, almost...

Just finishing up at the NASEOH. One of the most amazing experiences of my life.

2005-03-16T22:30:00.000-08:00

Just started this blog. Now to get the mind juices flowing...