Cerebral Fallacies

The tiger awaits me In long and short green curtains, Painstakingly ...it collects me In scents, sounds and the length of my shadows my feet, my heart beat- my sweat in this mofussil heat~ pruning away references, scheming behind boulders in the wild My life on his borrowed time Ever vigilante - it casts an eye on my steps, mapped by his dancing whiskers Even as I send out daunting whispers Soon enough the tiger sprang up -  in the darkest kingdom inside of me!  - Lakshmi Ajay

A school inspection, a resignation and a brushstroke gone wrong- are snapshots that add up to the life of centenarian and celebrated photographer Pranlal Patel who was feted  by the Ministry of Information & Broadcasting with a Lifetime Achievement Award last Thursday. Excerpts from an interview...A version has appeared on Indian Express, do follow the url to read that ...  LAKSHMI AJAY , 30 MARCH  Among other things, 104-year-old Patel esconced at his Ahmedabad home recalls with glee is the alteration with a school inpector that led to his resignation as a primary school teacher, studying under the city's art doyenne Ravishankar Rawal as a painter and then giving it all up for his lifelong tryst with the humble camera.  "I wanted more excitement than my 11 to 4 job as a school teacher. I started out in 1933 with funds from friends as an outdoor photographer, self-taught at a time when photographers were a rarity.  I would cycle across Ahmedabad with...

पोएटटेस ऑफ़ द फोल  क्या जान पाएं हैं आप- इन अखबारों और टीवी के इंकलाब से? क्या पूछ पाये हैं वो सवाल जो  सबकी आँखों मैं हैं खड़े हुए? क्या मान पाये हैं आप अपनी दुनिया के बारें मैं  इसमें क्या नया और पुराना नज़र आया आपको? क्या खुलापन और क्या बेजुबानी का आलम पाया  क्या आपने इसको है अपनाया? क्या समझ लिया और क्या मानसिकता से हो गए? क्या मरम्मत की आपने अपने डर की? रात को जब ओद्के कम्बल सोये होंगे- तब क्या कोई लोग रोये होंगे??? क्या उस जालिम का चेहरा आपसे मिलता था? क्या मालूमात अपने जजबात से किया रहेगा  क्या कोई सुबह कॉफ़ी की चुस्की के साथ फिर से जिया रहेगा? इन दिनों बस आग लगी हुई है - फिलहाल  सिर्फ आग लगी हुई है  हर दिल शायद कहता है  रोने दो जो रोता है  सोने दो जो सोता है  कह दो जो भी कहता है  करने दो जो करता है  कीमती है यह सब  सोच बदलने के काम आएगी  एक पहेल शायद आज हो जाएगी ! ~ लक्ष्मी अजय 

Stalker, I am your prey, we are both lost but you pretend to know the way I know you stare when I look the other way lets pretend that we are both going away our thoughts stray to a certain May Out here, the season shimmies to saturday soirees no summers nor fall just the fall of dusk's curtains while the crickets call a plentitude of sepia stories and the calm vigil of the moth~

There should be days for music!Governments fighting inflation, taxation and vexation should maybe introduce a month for music. Sometimes only an era seems only befitting for loving music and living it. For now; the blog has to do with an introduction to rock music for the rock novices that abound. This canopy of music is brought together by a guy who calls himself Anti noob --- who lives and swears by music although for now it just gets him from one tea cup to the next. A sound engineer with a taste for mean pj's and a ear for ethereal riffs our man gets frosty and takes a big bite of the rock (music) and spits out the genre and its existing hybrids....Hop on and plug in for A Song for----------- Angst Twisted sister- we re not gonna take it http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=4xmckWVPRaI Ecstasy Ted Nugent- Straglehold http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=IKmf96hUfAE Anger Lamb of God-Redneck http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=i3fZd5qZje0 Peace Scorpions-winds of...

to move from the perfunctory to the diabolical is underway...watch this space for more...

Adventures of the dosa and the filter coffee… Did we tell you about the story of a dosai and filter coffee going on a a holiday, they came back immersed in goodness! We kid u not. If this visual inspires you, by god, its Pondy calling. Call it a whim of the listless. Or wanderlust that strikes the hearts of two people in a profession that has seen far few evenings and too many nights. We responded to the call of a haven nestled in the swaying swishing beaches oiled with coconut trees and headed to explore an urban legend called Pondy. So it came about that after a gazillion phone calls to check ourselves into the coolest New year party haven, we finally found ourselves in a hotel that would want to have us. So go we did. To Pondy.... Blame it on all the films we saw about wild parties at clubs and beaches and beautiful beach clothes and mysterious smiling strangers on moonlit nights. Between a hundred calls between two friends, who were busy making picture postcards of this travel utop...