Life is Moments -cherished and loved
Leaving its mark on one’s soul and leaving…
They come in hours and days but leave in moments
Days accumulate
What we see are the months and years
Receding slowly like the tide –carrying away tidings
Life standing on a sea shore
Feet sinking into sand watching the water recede – a semblance of low tide
Water running under our feet…and going back in serenity
The same drops at high tide rushing back, later hitting, lashing high…
Water droplets are like moments cutting through the skin of our life
Like glass – its sharpness, the image hurting
It’s a cycle of the ebb and flow…
Its all about seeing and not seeing
Eyes stay open when images recedes; but close on peaks
An insight – Eyes closing at all peaks – happiness, fear, love, faith, ecstasy, heights…
Of not blinking during need, desperation, loneliness, agony…
Life is that sensation felt between the ebb and surge of waves
Life is a series of moments captured between blinks –
Between the lashes of capturing and letting go
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
To another life… Beyond the NOW!
It’s not been so long ago… me walking through a labyrinth of words present
Perhaps in another world, in another consciousness,
This world inhabited with whisperings of desires of another lifetime,
Of unresolved issues and unrequited love… Perhaps in this lifetime, in this instantaneous moment one would see all that coming true…
I have seen all these yearnings come true in the eye of my mind… feeling the reality of it with my heart and knowing its presence…
But was that abundance?
It was only a plethora of my ability to sing out my intentions, of turning the beginning of every letter that reads my life into a sequence of sounds that sing his journey…
A journey that surges with a madness that rises with our love and flows with my weeping – tears of joy and then of satisfaction…
I have breathed thousands of moments of happiness – not knowing what made them happy…
I have got drunk on the infinite feeling of satiety that circled the aura of my universe…
I had transliterated Rumi to my life telling him “You are the taste in every lip, the intention of every religion …” there were no distinctions…
In that momentary outrageous act of faith, had brought in a synchronous frenzy little realizing that there was a fury building in… the fury of being drawn to a force stronger than myself, of being engulfed by a force that swept me off my heel….
There is a world beyond….
I had to be the source of my life, not the result of his…
There is a reason for patterns… we have read through the patterns of regression, the archetypes of a historical psyche and the sketches of a nebulous imminent… comprehended the patterns of those innumerable passing away of our valiant souls….
There are more lives to be lived with oneself and those to be treasured with others… a time to be felt with the head and reflected by the heart…. I am ready to move on….
We have translated Rumi … I have moved on…. and so has he…
Perhaps in another world, in another consciousness,
This world inhabited with whisperings of desires of another lifetime,
Of unresolved issues and unrequited love… Perhaps in this lifetime, in this instantaneous moment one would see all that coming true…
I have seen all these yearnings come true in the eye of my mind… feeling the reality of it with my heart and knowing its presence…
But was that abundance?
It was only a plethora of my ability to sing out my intentions, of turning the beginning of every letter that reads my life into a sequence of sounds that sing his journey…
A journey that surges with a madness that rises with our love and flows with my weeping – tears of joy and then of satisfaction…
I have breathed thousands of moments of happiness – not knowing what made them happy…
I have got drunk on the infinite feeling of satiety that circled the aura of my universe…
I had transliterated Rumi to my life telling him “You are the taste in every lip, the intention of every religion …” there were no distinctions…
In that momentary outrageous act of faith, had brought in a synchronous frenzy little realizing that there was a fury building in… the fury of being drawn to a force stronger than myself, of being engulfed by a force that swept me off my heel….
There is a world beyond….
I had to be the source of my life, not the result of his…
There is a reason for patterns… we have read through the patterns of regression, the archetypes of a historical psyche and the sketches of a nebulous imminent… comprehended the patterns of those innumerable passing away of our valiant souls….
There are more lives to be lived with oneself and those to be treasured with others… a time to be felt with the head and reflected by the heart…. I am ready to move on….
We have translated Rumi … I have moved on…. and so has he…
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Time Lines
Time Lines
Palms that wrinkle and soften with time … it’s spatial!
An event that occurs through traversing distances
… And endorses its images in the time lines of my palm.
Time Lines change
And with these changes we look into our eyes to witness it – not happy always. Smiling through with tears
Modifying all that we know of human nature after Darwin.
Defying options of natural selection
A blameless puppet trying to transform the end of ethics
Is this possible? The journey through relationships – either onward or upward!
Life is not about relationships, and neither is it about emotions… it is moments spanning through ones time lines –
Moments ingrained in the palm of our hand
Moments that embed themselves and struggle out through the pores as sweat…
I have lived these past days watching death crawl slowly at bedsides, old age watching senility creep in, youth missing out on a new life, … its changed my palm… without waiting for me to change…
And through these watchful moments, have fretted over the changed time lines on both my palms. The right one of relationships and the left one of relations… neither emerging victorious….
Life is not about relations, and neither is it about emotions…. it is moments sparring through various time lines…. Each moment sparring for attention.
The world has never changed so much … asking for more when less is there!
I am looking for time to change in me… there is nothing in me to change…nothing that is less that I would want more of.
Palms that wrinkle and soften with time … it’s spatial!
An event that occurs through traversing distances
… And endorses its images in the time lines of my palm.
Time Lines change
And with these changes we look into our eyes to witness it – not happy always. Smiling through with tears
Modifying all that we know of human nature after Darwin.
Defying options of natural selection
A blameless puppet trying to transform the end of ethics
Is this possible? The journey through relationships – either onward or upward!
Life is not about relationships, and neither is it about emotions… it is moments spanning through ones time lines –
Moments ingrained in the palm of our hand
Moments that embed themselves and struggle out through the pores as sweat…
I have lived these past days watching death crawl slowly at bedsides, old age watching senility creep in, youth missing out on a new life, … its changed my palm… without waiting for me to change…
And through these watchful moments, have fretted over the changed time lines on both my palms. The right one of relationships and the left one of relations… neither emerging victorious….
Life is not about relations, and neither is it about emotions…. it is moments sparring through various time lines…. Each moment sparring for attention.
The world has never changed so much … asking for more when less is there!
I am looking for time to change in me… there is nothing in me to change…nothing that is less that I would want more of.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
LIFE SPAN – Snap Shots as a Story!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought I was lucky… No, I wasn’t… guess I was just ignorant. Life is not all about luck…. It is all about snapshots. It’s all about garnering moments – moments as gossamers. Gathering them, weaving them as different perspectives of films…. It’s all about knowing and not knowing… If you know, you are aware! If you don’t you are just a ware… a warehouse of desires…. And people say its luck… No, I am lot lucky…. I have been a bundle of experiences and obliviousness…. And my life has been a series of dreams captured within moments… with affection, love, intimacies and rejections…
Hmmmm, it started all as a picture postcard (you know quite like the ones you see in tourist places. You put a stamp and send it to the person you love the most) … a sylvan picture captured as in a black white camera. Ironically, I have been trying to get back that picture… but it exists only as nostalgia. A black and white film…. Devoid of all color… and full of all color. Can’t believe that I could get nostalgic about life that has just 2 colors!!!!! My life can’t be so simple… I can’t be so. But that is what I am. (Or at least wish to think I am)… It was a life (a child’s hood) full of visuals… the sounds came later. At times, with lack of synchrony.
Skipping through the rushes, graduating to movies…. I started editing my life. A lot of advertisements… flooded in teenage. It was the age of teenads. I loved it all. I still do. Looking and meeting people… buying in and getting sold out on first love. The free offer (ha ha)… And then with youth... It was my first love, my first commercial film… that to me was a cinema paradiso. Every film had the same story, the same features, the same credits… it was the same formula. And I loved it. J Can you believe it, I would look at Disney world and see my love floating by as the cuddly teddy bear, watch Sci Fi and view it as the distant star yearned for, revel in comedy and would feel the touch in the form of hot tears streaming down my cheeks that were glowing with laughter, hum the songs sensing the melody of its presence. I invested my all… without tiring… confident of retirement benefits. I lived through each moment of my life maturing through plots and subplots… weaving a centralized theme.
Paradiso… presented with breaks, featuring advertisements!!! I didn’t like the ads now… the breaks… the momentary turbulences. If was life full of visuals… synchronized with din. A din that was recorded later….dubbed into the silence of lip movements. One fails to view ‘that’ effort made to achieve perfection. Perfection can be flawed especially when dubbed…
Cinemas end… they do not last more than 3 hours… taking one-third of my life. I walked out of the theater and was part of the crowd… I could feel the beads of perspiration trickle down my spine. It was hot in the inside. The outside was cool… but empty. Ironical!, we feel cool in the emptiness that surrounds us. The temp dips with heightened pressure. Others were geared to watch the same film. I was tempted to stop them. But life is all about getting out of a theater, walking to a parking lot, paying the price for having parked and then leaving. The longer you park, the bigger the price! I paid and left. They will too!!!!!!!!! Maybe not…. But then where would they go? They had to come out! The dilemma of being captured within a frame!
I was out…. One third of my life was done with. I now started making cost-effective films… Over the years, I learnt to work within my means. The economics of film making and living life is something that I learnt on the job… (I still am learning). Have you heard of documentaries? Yes, works well.! Maturity, social cause… and all that blah blah… the fever of doing well. It’s the virus that catches on… works for a short while and then Kaput! Not much viewership. No one wants to see it. What do I do? I still want to be expressive… just as much as the black and white pictures… with all its simplicity. (I still thought life was simple. I still think so!) Life is simple… I complicate it reading patterns in it. My days that had started with “action” now had commenced with ‘’pack up”. I had to do something… had to pack something within myself.
Why. Why do we all want to express ourselves? In some form or the other? As an epitaph, as a verse, an object (I remember, I still think of a grand aunt of mine as the first sun glasses that I bought. She was like it - dark, round and expensive J) Why do we want to express ourselves? Why do I want to do so? Why do I want someone to know me? I don’t know… I want to know. My senses receptive to all that surrounds me… I am part of someone else’s surrounding. Do they sense me? I want to know that! But is it important to know that?
I make only tele serials now! They are easy to deal with. Simple in its story line, complex in its communication; small doses – easy to deal with, wide enough to cover an entirety of passions; proactively forecasting the tomorrow, and in the midst of predictive behaviors giving rise to reactive emotions. I have been doing that, living my life like a tele serial… see more of me tomorrow! The now being lost!
I want the now captured. It’s the immediate that is getting edited. I watch myself in the now, the psyche working on the tomorrow…traveling between the now and the then. Seizing the wind, and thereby ceasing its power. The snip of the scissor, the darkness of the reels, is capturing me. Meaning being lost in the stillness of the similar visuals. Meaning is captured only when the reel rolls, lights penetrate and the world emerges in its entirety. I thought I was happy making split tele serials. But, I am not… especially if you have tasted the passion of making a commercial. I want to get back. I have my zoo bag, my camera of experiences, costumes of emotions, and props of help… I need a story… Can someone give me a story? A simple one!!!!!!!!
Hmmmm, it started all as a picture postcard (you know quite like the ones you see in tourist places. You put a stamp and send it to the person you love the most) … a sylvan picture captured as in a black white camera. Ironically, I have been trying to get back that picture… but it exists only as nostalgia. A black and white film…. Devoid of all color… and full of all color. Can’t believe that I could get nostalgic about life that has just 2 colors!!!!! My life can’t be so simple… I can’t be so. But that is what I am. (Or at least wish to think I am)… It was a life (a child’s hood) full of visuals… the sounds came later. At times, with lack of synchrony.
Skipping through the rushes, graduating to movies…. I started editing my life. A lot of advertisements… flooded in teenage. It was the age of teenads. I loved it all. I still do. Looking and meeting people… buying in and getting sold out on first love. The free offer (ha ha)… And then with youth... It was my first love, my first commercial film… that to me was a cinema paradiso. Every film had the same story, the same features, the same credits… it was the same formula. And I loved it. J Can you believe it, I would look at Disney world and see my love floating by as the cuddly teddy bear, watch Sci Fi and view it as the distant star yearned for, revel in comedy and would feel the touch in the form of hot tears streaming down my cheeks that were glowing with laughter, hum the songs sensing the melody of its presence. I invested my all… without tiring… confident of retirement benefits. I lived through each moment of my life maturing through plots and subplots… weaving a centralized theme.
Paradiso… presented with breaks, featuring advertisements!!! I didn’t like the ads now… the breaks… the momentary turbulences. If was life full of visuals… synchronized with din. A din that was recorded later….dubbed into the silence of lip movements. One fails to view ‘that’ effort made to achieve perfection. Perfection can be flawed especially when dubbed…
Cinemas end… they do not last more than 3 hours… taking one-third of my life. I walked out of the theater and was part of the crowd… I could feel the beads of perspiration trickle down my spine. It was hot in the inside. The outside was cool… but empty. Ironical!, we feel cool in the emptiness that surrounds us. The temp dips with heightened pressure. Others were geared to watch the same film. I was tempted to stop them. But life is all about getting out of a theater, walking to a parking lot, paying the price for having parked and then leaving. The longer you park, the bigger the price! I paid and left. They will too!!!!!!!!! Maybe not…. But then where would they go? They had to come out! The dilemma of being captured within a frame!
I was out…. One third of my life was done with. I now started making cost-effective films… Over the years, I learnt to work within my means. The economics of film making and living life is something that I learnt on the job… (I still am learning). Have you heard of documentaries? Yes, works well.! Maturity, social cause… and all that blah blah… the fever of doing well. It’s the virus that catches on… works for a short while and then Kaput! Not much viewership. No one wants to see it. What do I do? I still want to be expressive… just as much as the black and white pictures… with all its simplicity. (I still thought life was simple. I still think so!) Life is simple… I complicate it reading patterns in it. My days that had started with “action” now had commenced with ‘’pack up”. I had to do something… had to pack something within myself.
Why. Why do we all want to express ourselves? In some form or the other? As an epitaph, as a verse, an object (I remember, I still think of a grand aunt of mine as the first sun glasses that I bought. She was like it - dark, round and expensive J) Why do we want to express ourselves? Why do I want to do so? Why do I want someone to know me? I don’t know… I want to know. My senses receptive to all that surrounds me… I am part of someone else’s surrounding. Do they sense me? I want to know that! But is it important to know that?
I make only tele serials now! They are easy to deal with. Simple in its story line, complex in its communication; small doses – easy to deal with, wide enough to cover an entirety of passions; proactively forecasting the tomorrow, and in the midst of predictive behaviors giving rise to reactive emotions. I have been doing that, living my life like a tele serial… see more of me tomorrow! The now being lost!
I want the now captured. It’s the immediate that is getting edited. I watch myself in the now, the psyche working on the tomorrow…traveling between the now and the then. Seizing the wind, and thereby ceasing its power. The snip of the scissor, the darkness of the reels, is capturing me. Meaning being lost in the stillness of the similar visuals. Meaning is captured only when the reel rolls, lights penetrate and the world emerges in its entirety. I thought I was happy making split tele serials. But, I am not… especially if you have tasted the passion of making a commercial. I want to get back. I have my zoo bag, my camera of experiences, costumes of emotions, and props of help… I need a story… Can someone give me a story? A simple one!!!!!!!!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
"Rock On!"
Rock On – A series of moments unfolding populated with known peopleread and heard of literature and listening to similar notes from different musical instrumentswoven together semantically and metaphorically
A story – confluence of 4 characters – voice, strings, drumsticks, keys
Aditya, meaning the SUN signifying the element of firegenerating passion and enthusiasm experiencing the world through the sensing and the intuitive balanced by
Rob (short of Robert) meaning bright fame, signifying Earththe stable and balancing force…bringing forth compassion and forgivenessensuring Unity with the rest of the forces
Moving into the free flowing flowing Joe - the biblical character sold by his brothers and who then rose into a super power in Egyptchanging shape effortlessly and yet never losing its characterflowing with
The power of the wind, KD drumming through the enclosed airan energy associated with the mind, intellect and visualizationThe movie was complete explanation of the need for togetherness… the basic requirement for all elements to be in sync… and the absence of anyone impacting the other….
One needs to watch the movie keeping the metaphorical represenation of the elements in mind…. And watch its MAGIC come alive…Nothing in a movie / story is a complete imagination…it has its roots in some reality… playing out the mental symbols in the authors mind to its entirety…..
Wonderful movie....
A story – confluence of 4 characters – voice, strings, drumsticks, keys
Aditya, meaning the SUN signifying the element of firegenerating passion and enthusiasm experiencing the world through the sensing and the intuitive balanced by
Rob (short of Robert) meaning bright fame, signifying Earththe stable and balancing force…bringing forth compassion and forgivenessensuring Unity with the rest of the forces
Moving into the free flowing flowing Joe - the biblical character sold by his brothers and who then rose into a super power in Egyptchanging shape effortlessly and yet never losing its characterflowing with
The power of the wind, KD drumming through the enclosed airan energy associated with the mind, intellect and visualizationThe movie was complete explanation of the need for togetherness… the basic requirement for all elements to be in sync… and the absence of anyone impacting the other….
One needs to watch the movie keeping the metaphorical represenation of the elements in mind…. And watch its MAGIC come alive…Nothing in a movie / story is a complete imagination…it has its roots in some reality… playing out the mental symbols in the authors mind to its entirety…..
Wonderful movie....
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