Nishachar

"Why are truckers wary of the evil eye?" That malevolent Dionysiac gaze keeps him awake in the odd hours as the car whizzes past sleepy hamlets. He stops at a dhaba and lights up. 125 km left to reach Shivpuri. What if the town turns out to be what its named as. A tiger's hide in a dank cave is not what one expects to sleep on after having spent the better part of the day on the road. There seems to be a tiger reserve there though. Boards sporting a not so potent image of the felid. Seems to be part of a campaign to refurbish M.P.'s tourism. His gaze shifts to his Bombay Natural History Society T-shirt reading "Tiger Tiger Burning Bright". Then who's not burning today. Burning oil to reach home. Oil that fuels technocapitalism and wars over divinity. Burning the midnight oil to learn to look at the world reflected on an obsidian mirror. So many straight routes, lives being spent in cuboids. But then home is where the heart is. A Sanjay Dutt movie blares keeping the rather drunk medley of mustachioed burly men reassured of their machismo. He strokes his beard and boards the car. Another truck sports a woman in waiting. "When are you coming home ?". Women and their cosmic dance. The breeze is cool. The winds of maya blow across his face like a tiger spewing out time.

art residency 2011

Arijoy Bhattacharya

Mukesh Sharma
Sanjay Sundaram
Megha Joshi
Jenson Anto

open day

मैं - वह

हँसी के साथ मौत का विरोध !!!!
हवा,
आत्मा.
कमर के साथ हथियार,
असामान्य बुद्धि के साथ,
युद्ध और मौत ,
दांत ,
सामने साथ के साथ मांस .
बेतुका सवाल, दरवाजा खोलने के लिए, मन का होना पानी!!! .

उपजाऊ भूमि युध्यस्थल नहीं ,
उपजाऊ है विकास और परिवर्तन ,
अपनी गहरी जड़,
उसका प्रसार ,
यह कहाँ से आता है.
युद्ध पृथ्वी पर हैं . 
रूपरेखा टूटती कारणों की ,
विद्रोह असंगत,
असंगत कार्रवाई,
अनुपस्थित क्रांति,
निहित प्रतिक्रिया ! !!!!! अनुकरणीय ?

दुनिया पुरानी त्वचा ? नई केचुली , नए शूटिंग-शर्टिंग , बारिश,
सांचा, रात, दांत, बर्फ,
सूरज उगता है,
खून के छल्ले,................ आकाश नया मजाक लाता है,
पैर पूंछ , या बालों में पंख है यह सवाल है!!!!!!!!!!!
मक्खन चाकू की साथ जो मुद्रा ,
मालूम रहे दुनिया को ....जो फैलता है?

अपरिवर्तित ,
दुनिया,
परमाणु बदलते हैं,
चन्द्रमा जो पर्दा डालता है,रंग धुंधलके से, और अनन्त.
अभी भी झूठ बोला है और जमीन पर सच- झूठ?

अपने भाले पर अपनी आँखें ,
अंतर खोलता है,
रोशनी के फ्यूज और एक चिमटी के साथ पुनर्जन्म और प्रसार,
दुनिया किनारों का मिश्रण!!!!
मुद्राओं के साथ बासी मे बदलने के लिए, चुप्पी चिल्लाती है,
अपव्यय.

के साथ,
के खिलाफ,
से,
के लिए,
समाज अपनी क्षण - क्षण मृत्यु के लिए,
स्तुति गाते है,
कई अनोखे पूर्वगामी,
इतनी चुप भूमि.......... कांपते दरवाजे, गड़गड़ाहट ध्वनि पिटाई शोर ,
काली फिर बड़ी भैंस,...........अक्षर .
पैरों पर सिर,
वह ..यह ,
देखने के लिए और,
इतनी चुप भूमि ,
कांपती ,
आ देखें,

मैं - वह ,
सार्थक ....
मैं-- का युद्ध पृथ्वी पर हैं हम उड़ान ,
हम शोक,
"हम" मन विपरीत हैं हम लड़ रहे हैं,
आसमान गरजदार हैं और ध्वनि गड़गड़ाहट के रूप में पृथ्वी कांपती है,
दौड़नेवाला खुर,
गड़गड़ाहट या भूमि की धड़कन देखने के लिए .........कोई और,
मैं - वह,
देखने के लिए और भी ,
मैं....का ऐंठना ,
गड़गड़ाहट.
मैं का बड़बडाना.

Childhood

It would be good to give much thought, before

you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely -and why?

We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Death

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,

so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,

while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

Rainer Maria Rilke

...........K

I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.

If this presumptious seems, God, may I be forgiven.
For what I want to say to you is this:
my efforts shall be like a driving force,
quite without anger, without timidness
as little children show their love for you.

With these outflowing, river-like, with deltas
that spread like arms to reach the open sea,
with the recurrent tides that never cease
will I acknowledge you, will I proclaim you
as no one ever has before.

And if this should be arrogance, so let me
arrogant be to justify my prayer
that stands so serious and so alone
before your forehead, circled by the clouds.

Rainer Maria Rilke