Limbo

Fig 1: The waylay had geometric integrity

Its a dreadful prospect-vacuous yet monstrous, placid yet stormy- writers block. I never get the motivation and inspiration to write because the I get this writer's block before I ever start writing. By far the best way I found to counteract this block was to face it head on, to write about it with a faint hope that I will get something fruitful out of it. I mean movies like Barton Fink, 81/2 and Adaptation played along with this block. Effectively for the past one year or so I was in a creative limbo: diffident,confused and troubled. Well here I am now :).

Life at college was not easy: procrastination, indecision, blitheness ; all proved costly indeed. I noticed pathetic fallacies , tried to read Nietzsche, did crazy stuff, tried to make sense of the prevalent rat race; conditions were generally overcast. All in all, being an introvert in this environment was not easy that too with very few people like me to talk to. There are only so much thoughts a mind can handle, by talking they go to the cloud and it will come back to you; without it you will have no content worth writing in a blog: especially when its a comeback post.

I regained interest mathematics and the sciences. How could I have ignored them ? :-/. I became a fan of typography. In front of people who were not that into fonts, I revelled in shouting Helvetica at every logo I saw. Taste in music hardly changed. Culinary life hardly changed and had an on off relationship with my body fat.

1984

the first picture was inspired by George Orwell's magnum opus- 1984. The font used was Helvetica, which fortuitously made me notice the "You" in the poster. Coincidentally the YouTube logo was made in Helvetica, which led me to modify the poster.

the wall

Zephyr main poster

nehru hall day trailer 1.

thanks to avik dey and charu atre.

Sidereality

'Twas a Cold blowy April night,

Summer was waiting for spring's baton;

Music was gushing with all its might,

Was it Bach or Beethoven?

Ruminating I was on my humble bed:

Is it late? Has the time come yet?

Have I money or is all spent?

Newspapers untouched and four hundred!

Pulled I ,the drapes from the lackluster view,

And let my thoughts astray to the arcane wild.

I was after all into this race beguiled,

Cursive with many a lactic sinew.

Shall I rhapsodize my apathetic state;

To be eulogized by mine minds' figments?

Canned laughter serves my inner taste,

Assured returns for my vapid investments.

Stars were far and shining bright!

Radiated long back a time ago..

Filtering through, ages the sporty light;

Reached my eyes, and shed its cargo.

Vermin crossed the holy land,

Sneaked past the dormant sentinel;

Spread its maleficence with its sinister hand..

Blinded the denizens and rendered them dysfunctional.

Immaculate was one against this virulence

Kept to his vows and ingrained benevolence

But branded he was , an outlaw, a renegade:

He fled to wilderness and lived without aid.

Poetic justice remained fictitious,

Went on the story unceremonious.

Starlings light years away waited to see

How the curtains fell on this marquee.

Faster

self : "Ok I am running!"

self-2:"Are you sure?"

self:"Hmm Hmmm... My heart is beating like a drum, and my legs seem to be executing a run. Furthermore, I can see the surroundings moving past me , hazy around the edges but certainly moving past me .Considerable energy is being consumed and the place is humid, I am perspiring in gushes."

self-2:"Very Fastidious...Hmmmm..Say are you dreaming?"

self:"Obviously not... I had pinched myself and it had pained..and this dream thingy has become a cliche of late has it not?"

self-2:"Very True yours most Trustworthy, recollecting a dream sequence would be quite phony"

self: "What do you think of my plan for now?"

self-2: "Pleasurable.. first we crawl,we stand then we run...this is the most apt denouement."

self:" Yes... somebody would have tried this before..but i am not sure they got the feeling.."

self-2: " Just imagine.. in a few moments you will have paced up quite a lot ...fixing your focus ahead feeling the legs push back the earth with its mighty yet human stride.. The legs will forget the body and body the legs and both forgets the universe around. This is indeed not a race among the rats. It is but the progression towards nothingness and the infinity of jubilation that follows. Fast Faster and more Faster you will feel oneness with that force that which made you, will destroy you that will emancipate you."

self: "Will I be able to feel the mighty rocks liquefying beneath my fight, all the air,earth and elements concocting into the ether? The futility of the deed knows no bounds so does my happiness.Say, do you think we would find the teapot the moon"

self-2 : " we could encounter that. With the milky way around and tea bags to spare, tea pots will certainly be handy"

self: "Hey, i think its time .. I can feel my legs no more.. I dont see anything but a huge white blur..and i am feeling a heaven lot energized.whatsay?"

self-2: "Indeed. Forward Ho!"

Peace Train

Unstoppable, relentless, elysian, words cannot fathom the sheer dominance of peace train. Laws of the earth her colleagues legislates not the constraints of the peace train. Encompassing the circumference many times over peace train continues its journey through the realms, ether , nether world and beyond. Betrayer of senses, with colours never seen before, properties never sensed before, takes in all and rejects all. The human will doesn't falter its way, nor does the wayward hill. The peace train is there because it exists. It is a peace train because it always has been. With no power to question, without a competition, peace train, continued its uninhibited existence. To date the Peace Train remains the abode of the lonely, the solace of the desperate and the mecca of the worthy. Peace train on its serpentine rails goes towards its aimless destination...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sjSHazjrWg