1st art work

2nd art work

2nd art work

3rd art work

3rd art work

3rd art work

4rth art work

4rth art work

4rth art work

with

tok or tok

gatka

to fly above them clouds
and the mountains

basel!

“Quantum theory tells us that nothing can be measured or observed without disturbing it, so that the role of the observer is crucial in understanding any physical process. So crucial in fact that some people have been led to believe that it is the observer’s mind that is the only reality- that everything else including the whole physical universe is illusion”

“Because our knowledge of the outside world (if it exist!) comes only through our sense impression, it is only the sensual data of whose existence we can be sure. When we say, for example, that there is a table near us, all we actually know is that our mind has acquired information by way of our brain and our senses that is consistent with the postulate of a table… a quantum theory based on consciousness, however, goes further that this: the very existence of an external universe, or at least the particular stat it is in, is strongly determined by the fact that conscious minds are observing it.”

 - Alistair Rae, Quantum Physics: Illusion or Reality?

The Little Kitty in the tree

Here little kitty… here little kitty… come on, come on…. Come to daddy, come to papa… the little boy was smiling with so much hope. Little did he know that he was being watched by a man sitting nearby enjoying his morning smoke….

Dried leaves were falling from the tree, traffic was passing by, pedestrians were crossing over each other, the sun, was shining high. The little boy started shouting now… HERE LITTLE KITTY… COME HERE LITTLE KITTY….. there was anger in his eyes, blood was boiling in his eyes, he had been calling the kitty for a long time…the mother was feeding the babies, ignoring the crazy boy screaming down below standing in the balcony.

The boy lost his cool and started banging his head into the tree trunk. He had been throwing water from the mud bowl towards the tree, hoping the kitty would drink water. He out of a fit of anger banged his head into the graffiti on the Religare Café Wall.

He fell on his knees, weeping, crying and punching the wall, yelling… “Why don’t you drink the water little kitty? Why are u doing this to me ?????

The man who was witnessing the act of feeding the Kitty felt pity on him and decided to help him.

Come here little boy – he said. Wiping his tears the boy said –What ?

“ that is not a kitty you silly boy, that is an eagle’s nest. Stop throwing the water and just let the bird come on it’s own to drink water from the mud bowl” and he went inside to his office space.

The boy’s jaw dropped down, stunned and shocked he closed his mouth with his hands and went up to his space in the mezzanine floor. He saw the eagle scoop down to the balcony, drink water and fly away….

they shoot,
green themselves
rustle and bustle
get shady
and fall,
yellow?

Butkada phir bad muddat ke magar raushan hua, Noor-i-Ibrahim se Azar ka ghar raushan hua! Phir uthi akhir sada tauhid ki Punjab se, Hind ko ik mard-i-kamil ne jagaye khwab se!

Once again, after an age, the temple became radiant; Azar's house shone with glory of Abraham once again, the call for God's unity arose from Punjab From its soundest slumber Hind was awakened by a perfect man." Mohammad Iqbal on the coming of Guru Nanak"

Droplets of color gather in momentum towards areas virgin in its wake. The whiteness seduces, tempts and challenges the moment to take on. One succumbs to the desire to tread on this path of the unknown with the mind in a frenzied whirl…for what initiates dictates of the hand and the mind remains in the recess of a fault line along the rocks in the desert. Welling within this playground of chance, experiment and indulgence comes along phases of retribution and penance. Insane it seems to be humbled in this process of revival, crash and correction….to be held vulnerable and addicted to the game.

The line follows its own way as the narrative tries to take hold, grapples and leaves spent. In the intervening visual spaces, permutations work their way fighting logical stance. Rigidity of a static form gives way to the exploratory, shuffling across the surface. A maquette on the pedestal overlooking a crucible in attendance, the sculpture last in line. Possibilities emanate from crumpled paper, discarded boxes, ash, grid, ice cubes, coffee… the engagement with an idea, form, and plan keeping the process alive. Anant Mishra, Gagandeep Singh, Jyoti Ranjan Jena, Daina Mohapatra and Jenson Anto on the arts.i  Mezzanine floor that has its clues, and tales to tell…      

tikki...radhika

    

cheeni

my name is cheeni.... because i am very sugary, but sometimes i can be very bitter, so then i am KC... karvi cheeni. I guess i am like this only :)

why did the squirrel do potty on me ?

early morning conversation, white chairs, blue table, light gray lemonade glasses.

"have u seen the work" - he asks...
 no..... i reply
he further adds -
" If you want to go into your theme, then go all the way, don't wait for a positive pumping from others all the time, to praise you at every step....."

( sip, sip, sip - three idiots having lemonade )
Neha, refill please....

he continues -
" As i was saying, if you want to do it.... then explode into your theme, topic, subject, expression completely...
EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't hold back......

( sip, sip, sip - 2nd round of lemonade....)

"Yeah, i feel so too" I acknowledge, unaware that the next day i will find the brown hawk with a pair, feeding his babies... unaware of the Quotient of happiness....of knowing how we go so soft and slow in our works again and again and then at will, decide to unleash a storm, and then again slow like a toy train in the hills which decides to just fly off the tracks and go tumbling and crashing down and within an instant, just hop back on the track at a very slow, relaxing speed...

tiny shiny bird

bathes among falling leaves

“The problem, the contradiction the scientists are stuck with, is that of mind. Mind has no matter or energy but they can’t escape its predominance over everything they do. Logic exists in the mind. Numbers exist only in the mind. I don’t get upset when scientists say that ghosts exist in the mind. It’s that only that gets me. Science is only in your mind too, it’s just that that doesn’t make it bad. Or ghosts either.

“Laws of nature are human inventions, like ghosts. Laws of logic, of mathematics are also human inventions, like ghosts. The whole blessed thing is a human invention, including the idea that it isn’t a human invention. The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. It’s all a ghost, and in antiquity was so recognized as a ghost, the whole blessed world we live in. it’s run by ghosts. We see what we see because these ghosts show it to us, ghosts of Moses and Christ and the Buddha, and Plato, and Descartes, and Rousseau and Jefferson and Lincoln, on an on and on. Isaac Newton is a very good ghost. One of the best. Your common sense is nothing more that the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past. Ghosts and more ghosts. Ghosts trying to find their place among the living.”

 

 Robert Pirsig,  Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance; An Inquiry into Values