Across the Universe

'Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way
Across the Universe'

trips to post offices in vain
moons
mirrors
maps
mysteries
ladybugs on glass
why I do what I do
I know not
(treasure hunts
where rain is born).
.
I am pulled
like the tide
to the moon magnet.

Dark eyes
and sweet sighs
little boys in a womans disguise.

Tales from Topographic Oceans 2

more fiddling with photoshop I did
and this was the result.
If you go across the ocean
I'll send you this with much devotion.
Who am I speaking to?
No one.
Because I have no one to send postcards to across the ocean.
I like sending postcards :( and making them
*sniff*

Teach your children well

little girl in school
rather fascinated with all me feathers and bells
said
"Are you a magician?"
'Maybe', I replied.
:)

Tales from Topographic Oceans

Some stuff Ive been doing on photoshop
Pretty postcards they would make

Woman

Shes from the Haalaki Tribe near Honnavar
her name?
Shukri
Whilst working with her over a span of four days
discovering her art, her life and her being
Many myths were broken
many moments shared
She too, like me, loved shells above all things as a child.
She played with soil and simplicity.
When I asked her what she thought of me sitting in my jeans infront of her
she said in her native tongue:
"Won't it be difficult crossing the river in those?"
I had to agree.

1st Feb

Hoppitty Birthday to me :)

Before:

After:

Now that I'm eighteen:
I can drive a car
(contact me if in need for a ride)
I can legally marry
(contact me if in need for a bride)
I can vote
(get in touch if you need some support)
I can drink
(as if thats ever stopped me-watch me float)
Yippeedoodunklesfrumples!

Crow

Crow thought 'Alas
Alas ought I
To stop eating
And try to become the light?'

Jesus with Dirty Feet

Or maybe its just me.
.
.
Ps- Loving Indiranagar. I can take autos. The convenience brings great joy.
Making New Rainbows in new room.
I shall complain no more. :)

Totisimba totifruity happy birthdaybop

Totisimba totifruity happy birthdaybop
i really do love you dear-
you know thats true
doowop. *hug* the hippie twenty three trippy i love you dear-doowop.
I'll make you cake and drink some yippie
(hows the view from the top?)
i think this rhyme must stop.
Gej
Fej
Love
Monkey
Happy birthday
doo-wop.
I'll see you at home.

Kvlt a?
Do one moonwalk for me again no? :)
*thriller..thriller night *

this toto photo taken when he came to school drunk . hehehe :)
many thanks to his classmates for these pictures :)

"you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words"
david bowie

A break from broken images.
for an update.
and a little venting this evening.

Once again our family of three packs our life into boxes and moves to another home. Whitefield to Indiranagar (oh no I've revealed my location to serpents and stalkers. Sigh!)
the 10th house in 11 years of breathing in this city.
I crave stability. Physical stability if nothing else.
My room. "The lions den"
was like a rainbow. I had fairy lights hanging from the ceiling like stars made of colours that were always on.
I've had a blue wall, an ochre wall and finally a plum wall.
All painted with me two hands.. There were papier mache mexican dolls that I made sitting all around me. Posters. Paintings. Lyrics.
The handprints of friends and lovers.
pieces of broken mirrors on the walls reflecting the light.
pieces of the ocean (shells.testubes of sand).
My little carnival of souls and squiggly worms!
SIGH!

Ofcourse one can recreate it and all but its so damn frustrating.
I'm tired of losing homes and I'm tired of losing people.
Gah!
though indiranagar promises to do wonders for my social life,I am annoyed.
:(:(
~
Come for Toto Funds the Arts' evening of two performances
'The Army Doesn’t Need You' ,a new play by Ajay Krishnan
translated into Hindi and read by Amrit Bakshi and Nakul Krishna
&
'Mad Man’s Dream'
based on Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Dream of a Ridiculous Man
enacted by Anish Victor
at CFD (centre for film and drama)
(5th Floor, Sona Towers, 71 Millers Road, Bangalore 52)
Date: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 at 7.00 pm
COME TOGETHER.
totis birthday is coming up too. I will make/bake/fake cake. people must come eat it. or regret forever.
~

I need to buy myself my own camera. I dont want to have to use borrowed lenses anymore. :(
I want a puppy. more than anything. i met a brown stray puppy a while ago and called her lakshmi. there are more puppies near my house. they are black and white and live in a gutter. I call them my gutterpuppies and feed them rotis. they like rotis. I like them.
Enough for today. More later.
Toodles and Noodles.
and have a goodengrinkle newyear.

" Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."

his name is rajendra. he showed me my future.
i met him on the beach as he made sandcastles and offered to help him
build and rebuild everytime the waves would wash our fortress away.
he is five. maybe six. He didnt seem too sure. but he did introduce me to a crab.
he gave me a tarot card. but thats another story.

Motorcycle Diaries

That's all the motorcycle is, a system of concepts worked out in steel.
~Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Driftwood

'Untrampled Footsteps
Borderline dreams
Occasion for sinners
Alive as it seems
Given to wander
Alone at the shore
Wanton to whisper
'I am no more''
jim morisson

Me taken by ganjesh meow on my Dali beach on the tamilnadu coast.
Where is it?
I'll never tell.
But I could show you if you followed me.

"Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled"
bored and intoxicated
done on photoshop.
muchos thanks to polkameow for the quote

Moon Shiva

Moon Shiva
Moody Shiva
One sleepy morning in pondi I felt randomly inspired to wear flowers in my hair.
A sleepier friend (who is also my blackcatganjeshmeow aka Boodi billi)
decides to whip out her camera
and capture me on film
when we saw the pictures
we realized
I WAS TURNING INTO A GOD
(shiva to be precise)
it also proved to be a documentation of the moods of Shiva
they are:

Dopey Happy------- Grumpy-------- Sleepy Bashful

we feel that we have missed out on two documentations of moods. sneezy perhaps?
after this we ate apples(non poisoned variety)
click it for exact expressionism
and then bow down to me

ps-my fathers name is Shiva.
i havent seen him in a while
but i cannot escape the irony

Electric Ladyland

taken on a bus 2 years ago

"Hum Bacche uske pyaare hai
Sab ek samaan dulare hai
Nahi jaath paath ke jhagde hai
Sabko rah dikhane waala
Apna Saathi Re"

Marital Bliss

a broom
two coconuts
and phallic symbolism
some would say
it was a marriage of sorts

AT THE END OF THIS SENTENCE RAIN WILL BEGIN
.
I'm back
and can still taste the salt on my skin.
take me back to the ocean.
Please. :)

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head)"

-Sylvia Plath

What is it?

A Skull

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once.

Now it lays wrapped like a baby

in the dead skin of a snake.

Sleeping or Awake.

Lend me your Wings

Everybody's got something to hide except me andmy monkey

the monkeys name is maruti. he lives with a puppy called simba.

the owners seem to be confused.

Wearing the Inside Out 2

"We die.

We die rich with lovers and triumphs,

tastes we have swallowed,

bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers.

Fears we have hidden in"

the english patient

It occured to me that I never put any of my artwork online. This one is called Suleman(like me). A tribute of sorts to my ancestors in the desert. All hand-drawn except the stamp ofcourse.

"I am moved by fancies that are curled

around these images

and cling

the notion of some infinitely gentle

infinitely suffering thing"

All handdrawn save the stamp.

Clickit for details.

Close Shave

Let me tell you about Winds

There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And then there is the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, producing showers so dense they were mistaken for blood.
And the the samoun, which a nation thought was so evil that they declared war on it and marched out against it in full battle dress. Their swords raised.