saying

say it you ass !
life is short and art is long
it isnt easy i know
but you must say it
simple is the truth.
and am ugly !
i read fortunes which always turn out false.
but am no false!
just say it my friend
this world is a beautiful place!

wadaghin aaya (grandmother in warli)

add now

a-ttach

d-tach

a-ttach

d-tach

a-d-tach

d-a-ttach

tach ttach

tttach

now add...

hand/s part iii

diagnostic psychometry

SHE IS ...
tensed
restless
fretful
co-operative
impatient
mediocre
fatigued
independent
tender-minded
day-dreaming
artistic
fastidious
feminine
impractical
and...
going her own way...

courtesy

gaon - Saoroli

taluka - Talasari

district -Thane

COURTESY: MAHARASHTRA STATE ELECTRICITY BOARD

सौजन्य: महाराष्ट्र राज्य विद्युत मंडळ

Don't gain the world
And lose your soul
Wisdom is better
Than silver and gold

A life untrue
Is the mud of
trudgery

haiku in library toilet

bulging buddha's
belly bounces
softly laughing

todays focus!

she is blocked
she hates meetings
she desnt get tired
she sleeps a lot
she eats no food
she is black
her eyes change color
her hair fall often
she talks to some rocks
and some rocks hit her

but unaffected she looks
at
her 4 pimples.

The English Patient movie quote

Betrayals during war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire.

an impetus for me...

Though we seem to be sleeping,

there is an inner wakefulness

that directs the dream, and

that will eventually startle us back

to the truth of who we are...

-rumi-

hand/s part ii

hands can cut ... smash n break
hands can love... caress n wreak
forever living hands...
forever exploring are hands...

why is everyone so stressed out?
or am i an odd (wo)man out?
please do some dance, sing and shout
jump run jump and bang the doubt!

awesome twosome

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.

- Hobbes

(Calvin n Hobbes)

water harvesting

I.
i cut my long curly hair
i changed my wardrobe
i bought a new pair of specs
i started wearing red shoes
i stopped eating, drinking n sleeping
i wrote... scribbled... n drew with a violet pen...

because ...
i was into 'water harvesting' ...
i still am...

II.

you asked me the other day, "what does 'water harvesting' mean..?"
"mmm...'water harvesting' is a process where ...", i was looking for words...

where...

water starts dripping
you start tripping
the mindscape gets washed out
you dig inside your heart
to know more about that..
layers after layers
begin to peel off..
your soul cries out
your mind is ruptured
chaos...filth...noise...
words...webs...n tides...
everything is so closely knit
under those layers...
from where water is rolling down
in the form of tears...

ROTTEN,
BARRED,
BANNED,
CONVICTIONS...

BLURRED, DIFFUSED, DILUTED
FAITHS AND BELIEFS...

WHERE TO PUT THE QUESTION MARK?

from same book

'Well Roseanne,' he said at last, 'hmm, I think it's true that- you came here about - how many years ago?'
'It's a long long while.'
'Yes. And you came here I believe from Sligo Mental Hospital.'
'Lunatic Asylum.'
'Yes, yes. An intersting old phrase. The second word after all quite - reassuring. The first a very old word, but its meaning a little dubious and not a nice word any more. Though, for myself, when the moon is full, I often wonder, do I feel - a little strange?'
I looked at Dr Grene and tried to imagine him altered by the moon, more whiskery, a werewolf possibly.
'Such enormous forces,' he said. 'The tides being pulled from shore to shore. Yes, the moon. A very considerable object.'
He stood up now and went to my window. It was so early in this winter day that indeed the moon was prince of all outside.

from a book

Outside it was falling dark and my companion the owl was starting up his motor.

every time
everywhere
I've been watched

Every moment
words I utter
Have been caught

I read U
I recollect U
I tie myself
to review

I post the letters
and post the mails
I tickle the thoughts
and take a deep sigh

I make choice
I make voice
I climb up
to grab the lies

I go ahead
I throw my wings
I pour some words
and destroy the things

I disperse
I disobey
I disconnect
I disguise

Till U
I don't know who
stop penetrating
stop intruding
Inside
Me

Something that she knew
she was forced to take a view
unfolds nothing but the UMBRELLA

Rain Rain
don't come
I am already so drenched
I am already so drained

To unfold my secrets again and again

buying food in a dream in a terrific hurry
hurry hurry hurry hurry
rushed through and woke up early

hand/s part i

storied hands ... curious hands...

hands can sing... dance n speak ...

hands can mold ...shape.. n build...

tuned hands

fit hands

addicted hands

a twinge of ...

i burst i choke

i raze i drown i scream

i bundle i kick i burn i puke

i bleed i shatter i grieve

i break i run i bang i plunge

i crumble i shiver

while mapping through my emotions...

dis-co-dance

discussion
distraction
disturbance
distance
distruction
dislocation
disapearance

wisdom tree

am i not a wisdom tree?to go nowhere and anywhere to flee?
who is she and who is me?what is wisdom n to be?

emotions i carry
as if i am carrying
wearing balloons
and floating

i eat colourful umbrellas
and cartwheel through the yellow fields
I gulp sheer blueness
and puke the sunshine

you wait till tomorrow turns white
and day after turns red
you think of those
who walked away though cages

i am carrying
careless kingdom
in my stomach of tantrums
i fling i tear
i speed up the gear
i zoom
i boom
i blow
i blast
i shoot
i lust

to create better yesterday...

random life

randomly rummages

through the years

back and forth

sways

here and there

I dance and sing

where?

It's a past or future?

Cry

sigh

high up so high

on the top of the dreams

Daali's melting frames

evaporates

through my eye

like glass

ON THE WAY TO SHATTERING IT
MY HEAD.LIKE GLASS.
WITH MY OWN SOUND.
SOUND BREAKS THINGS, YOU KNOW.
FROM FAR.
IT DOES.

new age rhyme in marathi for the postmodern us

(...this entry can only be for marathi friends :)

pahu naka ujedala bandha doLyanna zapade

amhi gandanar nahi tumhi gandava bapade ll

ya amuchya gagani bhara apula chashak

amhi swastha zopu bhale regh maruni thaLak ll

haat ghya hatat ani ghala doLehi doLyat

amhi uchalu ti mati ani bhijavu panyat ll

ghusa amuchya manat toda shahaNya tya bhinti

amhi limpu tya parat vege yei mag shanti ll

kunda garaThe paus dongar bhije rani

amhi sangaNar nahi say ya kanichi tya kani ll

ghya dhumaketu haati ni chira amuche kaLeej

aamhi jaLu te tukade kadadel kaLi veej ll

tumhi matra ase kara pahu naka ujedala

bandha dolyanna zapade zopa jara savalila ll

(La vie Boheme..Jay ho jagachi, mazi ni tumachi)

Now Now Now

INTENSE
IN TENSE
INTENSED
I DON'T WANT IT
TAKE IT AWAY
NOW NOW NOW.
AND
GIVE ME ALL THAT IS LEFT BEHIND

The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when
you have gone to the earth I will let my hair
grow long for your sake, I will wander through
the wilderness in the skin of a lion.

THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH

HEY ALL

THIS BLOG , like us
IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION
IN CONFLICT
SLIGHTLY DRUNK

KINDLY UNDERSTAND
AND KEEP AN EYE...

TAKE CARE!

you know it

i have to understand
you
your needs
your angst
your worries
your temptations
your limitations
your expectations
your nonexpectations,too.
with you running away
with you avoiding
with you busy
with you numb,to me.
just tell me one thing, what do i say when you say,if you ever do,"lets meet" ?
"Let's see", I will say just the way you do.

you know it well,i will never say it.
and
i know it very well i never can.

Death poems of Chiyo-ni

clear water is cool
fireflies vanish-
there's nothing more

I also saw the moon
and so I say goodbye
to this world

Coffee mug philosophy

Go confidently
in the direction
of your dreams.
Live the life
you've imagined.
-Thoreau

Extension version from google-
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.

My advisor has a mug that says 'I Hate Meetings'

flow...

you asked me, talking of holding back, can one hold back vomit/piss/shit/sneeze/tears...?

no, is the answer.but yes, is the wish.you wish if you could hold perhaps it happens coz you cant hold.this is fairly true most of the times.times when you want to express something.tears are a feeling.

vomit/piss/shit/sneeze/ are?

we hold back feelings because we feel that its dangerous to let them out? the fear of- what if i flow with the feeling?

Flowing is detaching.we miss the point and never flow.expression is a similar case.

So let us sneeze on that note! 0ne...two.. three..

can we...flow?

....

overheard on the street

There's always sunshine on the other side of the clouds

pink fly

what do you do to your wings?

paint them pink.....

Buddha, caste and gender

Uma Chakravarti a historian from Miranda House College. She talked about Budhha, caste and gender quoting from primary sources like Vinaya-Pitika and Sutta-Pitika.

Caste system was not firmly established at the time of Buddhism in India.. ie till 2nd century AD. Buddha created a 'perfect world' only for monks and did not directly challenge the social order but tried to humanize it. Firmly opposed the view that Brahmins are the best etc. Supposed to eat whatever was given.. so no insistence on vegetarianism..also to avoid bhikkus from going to a particular house because he knows that the food is better there.

His cousin Ananda was a feminist and his dialogues with Budhha show that he convinced him to allow women in monastic order.

Caste system is stg that is so ingrained that even changing religion like becoming Christian or Muslim does not get rid of it.. Brahminism is convenient for maintaining status quo for rulers.

Budhha's thought/ philosophy had a relevance to the conditions of his times. Unlike Brahminical texts like Vedas that claimed to be timeless, Pitikas give a clear idea of history and actual specific places where such and such discussion took place. Books by Rhys Davids Pali Text society, Pali Canon.

Buddha opposed mindless cow sacrifices and rituals. Concept of Ahimsa got incorporated in Hinduism from Buddhism. monks not allowed to grow attached to even their robe or bowl. once a year all of their bowls n clothes were mixed in a big container and they picked new ones.