Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Ma-er Agomon!



dhaak

Earthly Pleasures!
In anticipation of the much awaited durga puja, and inspired by the pre puja idols made by the local sculptors, an experience i  wish to integrate with my 'lights'... =)

Durga
a raw, unpainted, beautiful durga idol.
installation used in photography: cascade of LED lights.

Installation used:light project through holes in plywood. 
effect of halogen lamp.
sketch used: Fearless (smudged kajal series)






 Location: Shiv Mandir, C.R. Park, New Delhi
Date of visit: September 26,2011
Travel courtesy: Anwesha Bose
 Durga photo and title courtesy: Anwesha Bose

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Áftab Ámad Dalil-i Áftáb




Love, The Hierophant

'Tis heart-ache lays the lover's passion bare:

No sickness with heart-sickness may compare.

Love is a malady apart, the sign

And astrolabe of mysteries Divine.

Whether of heavenly mould or earthly cast,

Love still doth lead us Yonder at the last.

Reason, explaining Love, can naught but flounder

Like ass in mire:Love is Love's own expounder.

Does not the sun himself the sun declare?*

Behold him! All the proof thou seek'st is there.

~Rumi


* The line is a literal translation of the persian analogy 'Áftab Ámad Dalil-i Áftáb' meaning the appearing of the Sun is proof of the Sun and thus metaphorically implying that love indeed needs no explanation. The existence of love, is proof of Love. heh! it's a sort of cyclical reasoning! A-scientific but then as i mentioned before, it has a feel factor attached to it! Hence, according to me, it's completely futile and a waste of time to define love objectively, as humorous it is, to read physicists debate on the existence of the sun!

Silver Dollar.                                        9.7.11

Monday, August 22, 2011

Ambrosia

Breathing Love

'I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.'
 -Rumi

It's almost as if i've come a full circle, literally and metaphorically. Arrived where i started from-myself!
From being a blind sculptor,the abstract tree, one of the 3 cats in a bin,the feather pen of a diary,a nosy boss, a compass, a demanding weaver,a lonely sharpener in a pencil box,a rigid sun,a hyperventilated designer, a confused foetus to an abstract painter or 'banwri'! Played many parts, created and destroyed, and at times, even rendered useless!
These past 4 years of my association with Centre for Creative Expressions,Karmic Research Centre (to know more:http://krcindia.org/ )has been divine. Not only because of the people i met there and connected to but because of it being an instrument or an inspiration to work with myself, which by the way i realized i love doing! It has been a subtly selfish journey,whether it be meditations,numerous theatre workshops (particularly 'Deewano ki  Mehfils') or just being ME, i.e. tangible and intangible, lower self and higher self,real and 'maya'...everything and nothing!
Me, who took up this path of being a seeker, exploring with expression and love, undeterred and courageous, with occasional bumps of fear and confusions, withdrawals and guilt, but the path still remains... LIT as it always was. . .
Resplendent with Universe's incandescent energies of all kind from the so-called negative to positive, learning to use each one of them with the right INTENT.Yes, my journey with the self(/centre) can be summarized with work around this one word. INTENT OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. Quite an abstraction! They're like some of the words and concepts (Meditation and happiness being another) which can't be described or explained or defined objectively! But can definitely be experienced. I do have an inkling and can proudly claim that i HAVE experienced them and have been privileged enough to realize them, allowing myself to be open to all kinds of energies involved in it, whether they are intellectual or emotional,(or again so called negative to positive)
And may be i would never be able to define such words in 'words' and may be i don't even want to! Coz i cherish those Moments! I go by experience...always have and i quite admire this quality about myself,otherwise i would never have had such experiences (which includes meeting/'working' with some amazing people that i have/am/will) Sometimes, words don't mean a thing, and that's where the 'experience' part seeps in. It's like a visualization that you see in your mind or a rythm that rings in your ears or a choreography that makes you dance! 
I'm not gifted with words(for better or worse?) but i am gifted (like numerous other children of universe) with the ability to experience this Intent and Unconditional Love and a vehicle to share it by inviting you to this indescribable and indefinable experience! and That... I often do... with eclectic approaches and techniques! Who would understand and feel this better than Aks, your reflection!? =)

PS: And yes, Love is a selfishly unselfish act, but it's definitely NOT a Commodity! It's not malicious or polluted either. It's difficult, yet it is essential! And one of the uniqueness of this Act is that you cannot ACT it out! Rather...you won't be able to! You won't be able to cheat or pretend or wear a mask! and still it is a theatre of life, and we all must play our parts! ;)

Khunuk ân kas ke chu mâ shud, hame taslîm u rezâ shud
Geruv-e 'ishq u junûn shud, guhar-e bahr-e safâ shud.
 
'Happy the one who has become like us;
who has become all surrender and contentment;
Who has become the pledge of love and madness;
who has become a jewel in the sea of purity.'
-Rumi

Hare Krishna!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Kingdom of Dreams

A World, passionless and dry.
A Pond, a static reverie.
A Fish, harvesting in futile.
Swimming in the waters of an Astute Observer.
Grandiose illusion of grandiose fervor.

A Frog, croaking day and night.
The Fish, a patient listener.
Swimming in the waters of comfort.
An arcane mind
She wishes to find.

The Astute Observer, scared of effusiveness.
The Fish, stripped of nakedness.
Swimming in the waters in search of home.
An empty pond she wishes to refill only with the waters of The Astute Observer.
A passionate preserver...

The Frog and The Astute Observer
A mere mirrors, overcome with trepidation of affinity.
The fish, anticipating the Equinox.
Caught in the charade of emotions, they wax pleasure.
Grandiose illusion of grandiose treasure.

Eyes: of The Fish, The Frog and The Astute Observer
A cauldron of desire, stirring the grey matter
studded with ashes and roasted with madness.
Grandiose illusion of grandiose Happiness...

We must flow to the river, to keep this Kingdom alive... =)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The fragrance that clings...

 नाय़ाब (priceless, rare)
हकीकत  में  क्यों  साथ  नहीं ?!
चले  जा  रहे  हैं  बस  युहीं,
हकीकत  क्या  है  और  क्या  नहीं
जैसे  रेल  की  पटरी  पर  चल  रहे  हैं |
नाय़ाब  हैं  हम,  नाय़ाब  हो  तुम ...

एक  हसरत  दिल  मैं  लिए  
अधूरी   ख्वाहिशों   के   परदे   सिये, 
मुल्कों   मुल्कों   मैं  ये   ख़त   तुम  तक   लिए 
जैसे  रेल  की  पटरी  पर  चल  रहे  हैं |
नाय़ाब  हैं  हम,  नाय़ाब  हो  तुम ...

जैसे  आँखों   की  इबादत  है
कायिनात   की  शरारत   है ,
इस   इत्र   से   महक   ता- उम्र   यह   इबादत  है 
जैसे  रेल  की  पटरी  पर  चल  रहे  हैं |
नाय़ाब  हैं  हम,  नाय़ाब  हो  तुम ...

एक  दुआ  से  बाँधा  यह  समाः  है 
राख  में  महफूज़  शम्मा  का  जलना  है,
कहें  तो  बस  इन  ख़्वाबों  के  महफ़िलों  का  दौर  यह  समाः  है 
जैसे  रेल  की  पटरी  पर  चल  रहे  हैं|
नाय़ाब  हैं  हम,  नाय़ाब  हो  तुम ...
 नाय़ाब 
 नाय़ाब
 नाय़ाब | 


Indeed, love is... unconditional! =)

Friday, January 21, 2011

Birds...

Coz i hate to be Caged or have my wings clipped...
coz i'm a freebird..... *wink*

Just some amateur photography... My incandescent love for Birds... =)


                        dec 2,2010


 13 + 1 freebirds... ;)
                        dec 2,2010


                        oct 27,2010
"Kya bataoon maa kahan hoon main
Yahan udney ko mere khula aasmaan hai...
Tere kisson jaisa bhola salona
jahan hain yahan sapno vala
Meri patang ho befikar udd rahi hai maa..
Dor koi loote nahin beech se kaate na..."