random thoughts

'Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide' - Pink Floyd
One my favourite Floyd lines reverberating in my head as I was on my way to college today, set the tone for the day somehow.

~ Saying that I am accident-prone would be conspicuously understating the obvious. Such are the tales of my various falls that I could write a whole book out of it…have thought of a name too - “The Chronicles of the Fall”. Well I do have better things to do in life so that book will have to wait. Now for a half-wit lunatic like me the perfect room will be the one, which is insulated from falls (a concept I will develop in the near future). But as cruel fate would have it, my room has way too many edges and furniture, which are placed, in precarious positions. What takes the cake (and probably the icing too) is the huge shelve right on top of my bed, whenever I get up in a hurry, I bump my goddamned head on the goddamned shelve. So I started off the day by ceremoniously bumping my head on goddamned shelve. The positive! side of me took that as a signal of thingz to come. Cursed my stupid fucked up luck and then looked gloomily towards the impending presentation. Oh yeah we had this presentation in which I was the speaker. What I was scared of was dat I might goof up during the thing and then get murdered by Dipika and metaphors. Oh yes Dipika, since it’s my blog I completely chose to ignore the fact that I brought it upon myself. Neway alls well that ends well. Presentation went well…. end of story.
~ Somehow these days one person or the other manages to bring a guitar to the college, which does trigger off a jamming session… sitting together with all your friends, having ice-cream (its HOT!) and singing gnr, floyd, deep purple and def lepard… makes u feel good!
~The ‘dialogues’ I have with my uncle are essentially help me to enhance my perspectives on life in general… now here we were discussing an issue of public transport when all of a sudden we were talking about hypocrisy and superficiality. As I stated thinking about it later, I figured out that one of the saddest aspects human nature is that we trivialize a lot. We have trivialized everything - love, joy, sorrow, pride, mind, beauty, soul, sight, sense, even GOD! Its as if we take a great sadistic pleasure in trivializing life itself. I guess I have done it too.
Consequently people have come to a stage, where they don’t even trust themselves forget others. Every second person turns out to be a superficial creep, a hypocrite. Just cant stand those bastards, can you? I guess the world can turn out to be even more horrific then it promised to be!
Of course at this time the chorus of the same song was playing on the comp…
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
just random thoughts......

artistic impressions...

If there is one word I have begun to utterly despise off late then it has to be the word ‘abstract’. My hatred for the word knows no bounds, and since I have managed to strike a fantastic balance between being pragmatic, analytical and idealistic, I more often than not end up fuming (screaming at the top of my voice would be more appropriate) at anyone who ventures to be impractical. My erratic behaviour at such times has left Dipika shrieking at the top of her voice advising me not to do be so eccentric. I shall mend my ways.
Anyway coming back to the point (don’t worry I do have one), today sitting on the college steps chatting with my friends I for the first time realized, that generally people have a horrible tendency to be plain stupid and superficial…or as an author once put it - to be pompous fools. For some crazy metaphysical reason we were discussing the purpose of art and its meaning, and this guy proposed that art is interesting, art is abstract, art is not exact…and yes the clincher art is not original.
Now as fate would have it, Metaphors and I have the most volatile relationship, each conversation of ours is juxtaposed with ten arguments. But this happened to be one of those rare moments when we happened to be on the same side. Art is ANYTHING but ABSTRACT. It’s an expression. It’s the definition of the artists thoughts, the thought maybe abstract…. but the definition cannot be. That doesn’t mean that art surrenders its imaginative medium, cause if it does then as Oscar Wilde once said it surrenders everything. And the moment art shreds its expressive medium it loses purpose. And by god nothing in this world is purposeless. At this point I decided to ask Mr. Original Artist, how he defined original. I mean tell Jimmy Morrison, Van Gogh, and Shakespeare that their art is not original…I am not too sure that they would be too pleased about it. Obviously this fellow wasn’t any good at definitions in school…. cause all he said was that original is a complex word, just like life.
All I can say is that art is an expression of thoughts, beauty, love, hatred, pain, anger, and of LIFE. It’s a product of the human mind. Art is a cause in itself. Art IS original. And yes life is simple, and ITS NOT difficult to keep it that way. Just think simply, logically. Sorry that’s supposed to be a cardinal error. What say Mrs.Iyer?
A big hi! to Sonal.