Some of you may know that I love making jigsaw puzzles. It gives me both a sense of peace and happiness. Plus there is the added blessing of minutely seeing the colors and strokes of beauty. Recently I got just such a happiness, and it juxtaposed so well with a poem about Kathak — for… Continue reading A Different Flight
Listening can happen years later
A blank sheet of paper is not intimidating. It’s comforting. It is silence. That is, if you come to that blank page, not to achieve something, not to produce something, but simply to receive with gentle curiosity whatever that blank page may have to say to you. Then it holds you softly in it’s embrace… Continue reading Listening can happen years later
What This Painting Told Me
Just by chance, I happened to make a painting. Then it told me something… My friend and colleague Sukanya and I made an animation video out of what this painting told me. I hope you will see it. Click on this link or any of the stills below, from the animation.
Art Hiding In This Photo
Sometimes when I look at a photo I feel there is an artwork hiding in there. Not in the sense of “enhancing” the photo, but by some kind of distortion. Like if one kneads the photo some artwork may emerge. What artwork will emerge, I don’t know, but something might. And when something does emerge,… Continue reading Art Hiding In This Photo
No Different Kinds of Love
Among the plethora of videos available to view nowadays, and new ones being generated each second, here is one more — No Different Kinds of Love. It says that while relationships may be different — such as between parent-child, girl-boy, among friends — but the love is the same. There are no different kinds of… Continue reading No Different Kinds of Love
A Blob of Love (animation)
a blob of lovesquiggly lightin its weightand in sightdropped itselfin the plightof the overthinkingmind. suddenly all turbulencesettled down.oh! what a sight! ~ vani murarka
In The Dark Room
In this dark room, everything is ok. The world needs to hear and see success stories, but ultimately each person, in his / her dark room, must experience this ‘everything is ok’. It doesn’t make for much of a movie or a story, but *this is it*. Not emphatically, but simply because this really is… Continue reading In The Dark Room
Children, Philosophy, Meaning, and Joy
We were children. I used to love the conversations we had exchanging thoughts and ideas, my brother and I. We were on the terrace, talking. I shared some thought of wonderment with my brother. A what-if kind of thought. He said, “It’s all just mental masturbation.” I interpreted his statement as, “It’s all pointless, undesirable… Continue reading Children, Philosophy, Meaning, and Joy
Fragile Code, Fragile Life
A few days back a feature in my software Geet Gatiroop stopped working. It prompted me to write this piece — Code can be so fragile. So many unknown factors. So many extraneous parties to connect to in so many different ways. Any of them may crack anytime. So many specifications to figure out. And… Continue reading Fragile Code, Fragile Life
Never and Forever Well-Formed
I think I might never heal — physically, mentally. Of course healing entails being OK with that. Then, when you are OK with that, they say you get to directly experience (and be) the whole Universe. That’s what I’m interested in. Some people talk of worshipping. I’m so uninterested in worshipping. Yes, this I have… Continue reading Never and Forever Well-Formed