November 9th 2010I cant remember the last time I laid down on the grass, without a worry in the world and watched the clouds drift away....
Monday, November 29, 2010
FROM THE BALCONY
November 9th 2010I cant remember the last time I laid down on the grass, without a worry in the world and watched the clouds drift away....
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
OUR CLASSROOM
August 26th 2010
This is where I attend my major classes. Three columns of benches occupy the entire class and this is the part of the classroom which remains mostly unoccupied...
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
THE EVENING SKYLINE
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I like the communications tower in the centre of the picture, rising above everything in its surrounding.
Monday, July 5, 2010
THE AMERICA WINDOWS BY MARC CHAGALL
“For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world. Stained glass has to be serious and passionate. It is something elevating and exhilarating. It has to live through the perception of light.”Marc Chagall
I first came across Marc Chagall while working on an art project in the 12th grade and since then the work of this Russian-French artist has always absorbed me. His interrogation of life in the light of a refined, anxious, childlike sensibility, a slightly romantic temperament combining with a blend of sadness and gaiety was characteristic of a grave view towards life.
His work with stained glass windows was one medium that allowed him to further express his desire to create intense and fresh colors and had the added benefit of natural light and refraction interacting and constantly changing.
Words do not have the power to describe Chagall's spirituality behind colors, its singing quality, its dazzling luminosity, its ever more subtle flow, and its sensitivity to the inflections of the soul and the transports of the imagination. It is simultaneously jewel-hard and foamy, reverberating and penetrating, radiating light from an unknown interior.
According to art historians Ingo Walther and Rainer Metzger,
“His (Chagall’s) life and art together added up to this image of a lonesome visionary, a citizen of the world with much of the child still in him, a stranger lost in wonder — an image which the artist did everything to cultivate. Profoundly religious and with a deep love of the homeland, his work is arguably the most urgent appeal for tolerance and respect of all that is different that modern times could make.”
I first came across Marc Chagall while working on an art project in the 12th grade and since then the work of this Russian-French artist has always absorbed me. His interrogation of life in the light of a refined, anxious, childlike sensibility, a slightly romantic temperament combining with a blend of sadness and gaiety was characteristic of a grave view towards life.
His work with stained glass windows was one medium that allowed him to further express his desire to create intense and fresh colors and had the added benefit of natural light and refraction interacting and constantly changing.
Words do not have the power to describe Chagall's spirituality behind colors, its singing quality, its dazzling luminosity, its ever more subtle flow, and its sensitivity to the inflections of the soul and the transports of the imagination. It is simultaneously jewel-hard and foamy, reverberating and penetrating, radiating light from an unknown interior.
According to art historians Ingo Walther and Rainer Metzger,
“His (Chagall’s) life and art together added up to this image of a lonesome visionary, a citizen of the world with much of the child still in him, a stranger lost in wonder — an image which the artist did everything to cultivate. Profoundly religious and with a deep love of the homeland, his work is arguably the most urgent appeal for tolerance and respect of all that is different that modern times could make.”
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
ONE MORNING
Running wildly over cobbled roads
As the cold morning spread against the sky,
The whisper of the leaves I heard
Quietened the murmuring inside my head.
The reluctant sun that illuminated the blue sky
The smog that rubbed its back upon the panes
The traffic whose mobility was hampered
Resumed as I slid along the dusty street.
Lost in time and silence
As shadows of people crept from corners;
Captivated listening to birds twitter
The ambience percolated down to my bones.....
As the cold morning spread against the sky,
The whisper of the leaves I heard
Quietened the murmuring inside my head.
The reluctant sun that illuminated the blue sky
The smog that rubbed its back upon the panes
The traffic whose mobility was hampered
Resumed as I slid along the dusty street.
Lost in time and silence
As shadows of people crept from corners;
Captivated listening to birds twitter
The ambience percolated down to my bones.....
Sunday, April 18, 2010
FOR THE CITY
Thriving on ignorance
As cobbled roads cry out for liberation
And lamp posts whisper to the streets;
Traffic screams beyond uncharted graves
Drowning and deafening the hushes voices...
As cobbled roads cry out for liberation
And lamp posts whisper to the streets;
Traffic screams beyond uncharted graves
Drowning and deafening the hushes voices...
WIRES AND AVES..
22nd January 2010... 11:45 AMSet against the backdrop of a cloudy sky, the pigeons held themselves gracefully while atop wires.
SIDED PERSPECTIVES..
This picture was taken while on a regular trip to the Faculty of Fine Arts, MSU, Baroda..
EMPTINESS
It was a stuffy morning. The air was dry while the skies were a clear, pale blue. Birds twittered in shrill tones as they flew, seeming to convey a deep sense of freedom in life. The rays of the sun partially shone through the dotted trees from where I stood. Not a single dead leaf rustled in the wind. The place was deserted save for a few people who occasionally roamed about. Slowly, as time passed, the rays rubbed themselves on broken window panes. The soft murmurs were now replaced by loud talking and honking. The tranquility that pervaded in the atmosphere was shattered by mass human habitation. It was saddening to see the place transition into fundamental emptiness.
Monday, January 25, 2010
LOST
16th January 2010... 11:25 AM
I wonder what they were reading so absorbingly, under the tree shade.
I wonder what they were reading so absorbingly, under the tree shade.
PEERING THROUGH THE IRON BARS..
Giving unto a classroom balcony, this picture was taken while shuttling from one class to another.
KALABHAVAN
12th January 2010... 11:15 AM
I wish I could go back in time, building with the unsung laborers, the central lofty tower and the domed minarets, with sweat running down my nape and gleaming in my temples.
I wish I could go back in time, building with the unsung laborers, the central lofty tower and the domed minarets, with sweat running down my nape and gleaming in my temples.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
...BY THE SEA
As the fiery sky blinded my vision
And waters erased sand’s imprints,
I stood at the far end of the horizon
Listening to the murmur of the waves.....
Friday, January 8, 2010
AGRA FORT
It was an enthralling sight to behold as the sun enveloped parts of the fort while others remained in the dark.
26th December 2007 3:50 PM
DEEP WATERS...
Far away from poor urban expansion, glitzy malls and multiplexes which have, unfortunately, come to be associated with markers of development, I set forth on a journey to VAN CHETNA KENDRA at Pariage village in Kheda district, some 75 kms from my city.
The air was dry. Miles of wilderness stretched itself as we travelled over nondescript locations, dusty and rutted roads, banana and tobacco plantations amid scorching heat.
Numerous trucks whizzed past us. While fast cars faded into destinations oblivious, all along the journey, villagers looked at us with awe. It was ironical in many ways; affluent people juxtaposed Vis a Vis those who lead hard lives in abysmal conditions.
Assorted migratory birds could be seen in the lake. It was magnificent to see a flight of birds against the cloudy, lavender tinted sky. Massive waves beat against the rocks with deafening noise.
I was a lost human being. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. My heart pounding in my ears, I found myself adrift to places where the mind and body couldn’t go. A different cosmos embraced me while I was only another insignificant creature.
Thoughts streamed into consciousness hastily. Globally, wild flora and fauna have been whittled down steadily and remorselessly. Man, for all his genius, cannot create a species nor can he recreate one he has annihilated. It pained me to be reminded of animal refugees living a precarious life on the edge of extermination, dependent on existence on the charity of a few human beings.
I came back only to listen to the groan of trucks and maddening of daily life. Caught amid the confluence of populace, life seems a frozen affair...
27th December 2009
The air was dry. Miles of wilderness stretched itself as we travelled over nondescript locations, dusty and rutted roads, banana and tobacco plantations amid scorching heat.
Numerous trucks whizzed past us. While fast cars faded into destinations oblivious, all along the journey, villagers looked at us with awe. It was ironical in many ways; affluent people juxtaposed Vis a Vis those who lead hard lives in abysmal conditions.
Assorted migratory birds could be seen in the lake. It was magnificent to see a flight of birds against the cloudy, lavender tinted sky. Massive waves beat against the rocks with deafening noise.
I was a lost human being. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. My heart pounding in my ears, I found myself adrift to places where the mind and body couldn’t go. A different cosmos embraced me while I was only another insignificant creature.
Thoughts streamed into consciousness hastily. Globally, wild flora and fauna have been whittled down steadily and remorselessly. Man, for all his genius, cannot create a species nor can he recreate one he has annihilated. It pained me to be reminded of animal refugees living a precarious life on the edge of extermination, dependent on existence on the charity of a few human beings.
I came back only to listen to the groan of trucks and maddening of daily life. Caught amid the confluence of populace, life seems a frozen affair...
27th December 2009
Thursday, January 7, 2010
DEATHLY VIGNETTES
Lifeless on a frosted morning,
Lying on the forest floor
I pass out of this world
But once.
Lying on the forest floor
I pass out of this world
But once.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
CLOUDY SYMPHONIES
14th September 2008...
Overlooking the bedroom balcony, these pictures were taken at around 5 in the evening, just after showers provided respite from the sultry weather. Water washing away the dirt from my feet, I stood watching the interplay between nature’s forces.
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