autos? bees?

wide eyes that stare
from beneath little black hoods,
tied by yellow waist bands.
they buzz around the city,
like a swarm?

the garden..

..as she calls it.

somedays when i look back at the five years spent in school, i feel, the institute did/does not like me.

in a crematorium,
pyre burning below.
body disintegrates, burns,
turns to ash and smoke.
there is a peculiar smell.
it rises from what was once alive, escapes through the roof.
it deposits soot on the corrugated undersides.

the crematorium roof is a map of the human body?





i'll make a drawing.

boom!

panchmura

frustrated with:

asking for what is rightfully yours, month after month. complacency.
6 months work going down the gutter, lack of clarity and patronisation.
interactions which are sermons, preachers with opinions on every breath of air that enters my nostrils.
being acknowledged only when there is use.
the pointlessly low telephone bill, month after month.
relations with family, some of which i have given up on.
reaching out.
living with the feeling of loneliness that sets in at times.

auto_piggy back

dreams are an awakening of parts of the mind where forgotten and suppressed thoughts reside.
they manifest themselves as interactions with the concerned in strange landscapes.
they bring to light what was on my mind.

some days i will never forget.
take with me forever.
a birthday..
.. beauty, happiness, love.

'apu'

in Malayalam means small!!

mindsapce garden

..is a necessary painful excretion.
an emptying of the construct.
even that which resides in forgotten crevices.
allowing to start anew.

ganesh chathuthi.2011

auto

02.

01.

.. is a transparent inanimate occupation of space
where light filters through with the full knowledge of existence.
Rendered invisible, reflecting people and spaces.

borivli walk

sky-walk and market

Perched on a metal deck
above the road rendered fluid by liquid crowd
flowing like a river
engulfing steel cans that hustle in and out.
There is an explosion of colour as we descend.
now immersed, from within we see the deck hanging above
above which clouds hang, painting the background.
Yellow blue plastic sheets take off from the ground
to compete with foliage of the trees.
Objects and bodies assemble and align themselves
to the organised chaos of the streets.

cleaning up is discovering the past.
memories. forgotten things.
today, for instance i discovered my first pair of shoes. they have a story to tell.
i wore them only once. they did not fit my ever growing gigantic foot.
happy!

the sea

04.08.11

two monsoon evenings

the city reflected.

monsoon transformations:

this cobbler at the junction of sv road and station road in kandivali sets up another shop. alongside soles hang umbrella handles of all shapes, sizes and colour. he sits outside his tarpaulin covered shoe repair space to repair umbrellas.

stitching fabric
correcting bent spokes
fixing buttons and broken handles
correcting malfunctions

the rains make him more than just a cobbler.