Tuesday, 10 September 2013

DEMON MAKING FACTORY --INSIGHT



The Birth and death of Rampageous Sign:-

A child is unborn and killed; foeticide. Three girls ashamed of their gender wishing for a musculine gender  to be born next, all the time in the hope this craving will distract their parents' eternal cribbing over the ill fate of having them.

Another two unborn killed. 

Then Rampageous Sign was born full of anger ,proud of the parents' massacre in the longing to have him.

 Anger: He has right to be wrathful over trifle unfulfillment. Right to have everything he wants 'cause he is the everything the world wants. But parents have pittance.

Right: Right is his own right. Right to be right all the time. Brought up with the story of his superiority ,the violence he has done in the way of his mother's womb.The path was pepper with three bloodied unborn souls. The superiority pervades his every cell.

Unbridled anger: Why? Why parents invited him clearing everyone came in between ?? Now he is having unfulfilled desire?? Injustice!

Demon: The crippled body appended with unfulfilled materialistic lust,uneducated upbringing, pittance of the parents synthesised "The Demon".

Catharsis: Kill kill kill, rapture which is weak , release the unbridled rage: ahh...retrieving peace.

Continuance: The demon is upbeat with his act.

The final kill: The crippled body can't kill the clutter of his slum so he needed to find someone weak and alone. Find it , beat it, torture it in every possible way , destroy it in way beyond human imaginary capacity.

Demon, satisfied:He rejoice his final kill. The demon is unmatched unimaginable, most powerful.. it's him.

Public: The demon we have created now eating us!!! Kill it. Beat it.

Caged Demon: Happy with his creation, the final one, he has got what he wanted. To be happy is his right. He thrives while describing his achievement. But what's wrong with these people??

Killing is his right! He started killing long before he was born, everybody supported it, the parents, doctors , the whole society.

Then when he has got his life time achievement why majority seems unhappy?? Why men are joining the moron females?? Why?

The final kill worked as a catharsis to recuperate his balance . Everyone should be aghast and worship him. He has right to get the congregation.


Death: No it is not good to be beaten up and thrust like this. They have no right, these police , they are beating me. Mom! They are beating me. They have unbridled rage in their eyes.What's wrong with them?? They have no right. 

Blood taste salty?? Ahh... they break my ribs.  It's wrong!

Parents: They have killed our son mercilessly! We want justice! Human rights please help us!


Monday, 9 September 2013

The interstice we miss in the hustle of daily life!! : A moiety day spent at my friend's place!!

The interstice we miss in the hustle of daily life!! : A moiety day spent at my friend's place!!: A moiety day spent at my friend's place:- My friend Manisha Singh's place is  resplendent collection of every parts of the count...

The interstice we miss in the hustle of daily life!! : Moniker unknown...

The interstice we miss in the hustle of daily life!! : Moniker unknown...: I often feel that we thrive to see new places, new heights but leave the underneath unseen. I travel by local train to my office daily and ...

The interstice we miss in the hustle of daily life!! : A moiety day spent at my friend's place!!

The interstice we miss in the hustle of daily life!! : A moiety day spent at my friend's place!!: A moiety day spent at my friend's place:- My friend Manisha Singh's place is  resplendent collection of every parts of the count...

A moiety day spent at my friend's place!!


A moiety day spent at my friend's place:-

My friend Manisha Singh's place is  resplendent collection of every parts of the country. The ethnicity percolates from her balcony...

Her dog Pudding takes a peak from the niche....

The decor bulbs consecrates her art work...


"Come to me"-- the snug corner lures for a siesta.... :)


Sometimes her daughters are not in speaking terms :)

She with her quadruped daughter-Pudding ( dare not to call her a canine!! MIND IT!) ;)



Saturday, 7 September 2013

Moniker unknown...

I often feel that we thrive to see new places, new heights but leave the underneath unseen. I travel by local train to my office daily and on Sunday thought of capturing some of the " little nothings of no pedigree" in my tantamount photo catcher..well a P& S camera.










Trinkets of life..

Trinkets of life resonate often.Just close your eyes,listen to your heart. Deep inside plays a harp. A placid pool of peace.Whirring whirring the thoughts settle. Harken on the harp,submerge in the pool, succumb to it.





Friday, 6 September 2013

Colours start rendering!!

Preparing the oblation for "Ganapati Festival". The colours will start rendering!!





Swathe me in colours. Dip me in mulchy smell of  unknown wild flowers... 

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Inimitable vagaries of nature...




Vagaries of weather in the place I stay is inimitable.The heat ablaze amber the bleak flanks of hillocks.Squint to the road to Parsik hill temple disheartens the spirit. Cumulus thickens mystic clouds stride down & down barring all glimpse. Hills lurks behind the shroud.
The sorcery of the fallen clouds shows its upshot withdrawing the drop after two days.
The cyan touch on the bleak claims synthesis of life promotes undaunted mind.
In a bike up up the Parsik hill towards the hill top hermitage. All fogged all verdant. Temperature soothes down.Carol commingle breeze orchestrate serendipity. Mesmerised.