Friday, December 24, 2010


So today, I decided that my laptop needs some heavy duty cleansing. If I had a choice I would dip it in a big bucket of warm water with strawberry fragrance, scrubbed it followed by blow dry. Given that its winters perhaps applied some moisturizer in the end, to keep it smooth.
Luckily, I discovered an old bottle of nailpolish cleaner and before you know it, the bottle was empty.
My laptop is sparkling now, almost like Edward.

Sunday, December 19, 2010


I do not have you.
I had this but its no more the same.
I had this but it is gone now.
Was I never worthy of it?
What I have, will it go away?
I should'nt have made this decision in the first place.
I could have better.
Everybody else gets it, why don't I ?
Do I lose more that I gain?
I am dependent on this and that, and I know all this and that will cease to exist?

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Monday, November 8, 2010

Thursday, October 28, 2010

To let go

I let go of my wisdom tooth yesterday. It kept bothering me for many days now. The dentist mentioned that it would be best to get it removed, else there might be chances of developing an infection.
The experince was almost next to a nightmare, no not the pain, but the unstoppable bleeding for almost 7 hours. I cried and cried and called the dentist who kept asking me to change cotton. I finished the complete cotton roll. Finally the dentist called me back and used gelatin to help clotting (DO NOT CLICK THE LINK UNLESS YOU ARE A BRAVE HEART)
The bleeding significantly reduced. Blame it on my thin blood. Argghhh I dont know. The only thing that's bothering me now is the antibiotics that I need to take for 5 days.
So much so for letting go.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Clenched Soul, by Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

From John Keats' epic poem, Endymion, 1818:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Week so far

  • Worked almost 12 - 15 hours every day.
  • Slept less than 5 every day.
  • Woke up everyday at 7 had a warm cup of tea and looked at the sky.
  • Realized that my body will give up if I continue like that.
  • Accepted the proposal of partying Friday night
  • Drank and had shots in the Hard Rock Cafe
  • Poured my heart out to a female colleague on how life has been changing.                                                                                     (And how it seems to make sense after all)
  • Continued partying and dancing at colleague's place
  • Getting surprised seeing S dance.
  • Happy that S starts on a new adventure starting Monday
  • But most importantly 
         that I still know myself.

Saturday, September 11, 2010



You are as a stranger to me now, as I am to you.
A minor disturbance in the daily routine.
Though quite manageable.
But never erasable.

Abstract - Digital

Monday, September 6, 2010


Feeling so heavily jinxed right now. Somehow not in a state where I could just show my finger to the world and walk on. This time I have to dive in until I reach the other end.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

5 ways to say no

1. Vanish, just get lost somewhere
2. Die, no one could possibly come running after you
3. Commit a crime against the person coming after you in which case he might kill you which is similar to point 2
4. Get some dangerous disease which spreads merely by seeing you.
5. Kill the person coming behind you, but the chances are that his ghost may never leave you even if you die.
because delegation does not work, you always will be the start and the end node of this damn stupid automata spinning in an infinite loop.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

and It is almost

The time to go,
To let go off,
The unfinished chores,
Let them lie there,
The semi peeled onions.

Or the chopped chillies.
The memories
Of distant summer sun.
Of un-kept promises,
And imposed duties.

It is time to fall off
This dream where I run
The Escher stairs.
And empty out the eyes
With heavy tired lids.

It is time to leave everything.
But, the first sigh
The last sin
and ,
A half open door.

Friday, August 27, 2010

I am almost

on the verge
of a b
BeCaUse of  kroW

Monday, August 23, 2010


Acid - Digital Abstract
Only smoke remains, but it chokes me.- Digital abstract art.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Stranger Love

Lies weaving into,
lies which bred.
Upon the truths,
that stunk.
I have baked,
This scrumptious
green cake.
for you.
The sweetness,
an exact measure.
Of my love
for you.
Thirty four
Thirty three
Thirty two
and thirty one kisses
for you.

A work of fiction. And thats what happens when I do not eat paints for a long while.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

2nd year anniversay

Yup, two years today. Feels like yesterday. Celebrated today
with lots of good food at Ebony's. Cuddled up and woke up
to some good tea and cookies in the evening. Rewinding now,
watching Titanic on Star Movies. But, I loved Leonardo in
the movie too. Sigh...

Monday, June 28, 2010

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

If it pours.

I came back from office early today. I am not the kind of person who necessarily admires such a weather. Still prefer sunny weathers and bright days. Days like this make me introspective, almost sad. Enjoy the pic.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Fool - Abstract

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

Extract from "The love song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot.
acrylics on canvas.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Working long

I am so damn sleepy. I just finished doing some office work. Getting the creeps now, that I might have screwed it up.

However it all went fine. - 12th May

Sunday, May 9, 2010

I cant explain myself

Caterpillar: Who... are... you?
Alice: Why, I hardly know, sir. I've changed so much since this morning, you see...
Caterpillar: No, I do not C, explain yourself.
Alice: I'm afraid I can't explain myself, you see, because I'm not myself, you know.
Caterpillar: I do not know.
Alice: I can't put it any more clearly, sir, because it isn't clear to me.

Illustration on paper, added textures in GIMP

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Psychedelic flowers

I had strange dream today, I saw myself in a psychedelic garden which looked somewhat like this. Is'nt it rather too confusing out there. Why dont you come along.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The anatomy of pain

Medicines just make me drowsy,
I still have to sleep with the pain.
It has become a part of me,
Difficult to get rid off,
Like the long lost lover.
It just stays in the vessels,
Watching the drama.
The easy throbbing,
Of whats dying inside.
I plan, a quick funeral.
Off the lover, I ll let them strangle it.
Damn, Damn, Damn.

An ode to the surgery I need to get, scheduled sometime next week.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Alizee - J'en Ai Marre

Just because I simply find her hot, and she is back with

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Daft Punk

came across this while digging thorough my fave list, almost a year back. I was kind of addicted to this song then.

Some addictions go away with time.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


acrylics on canvas
current soundtrack

been ill

Have been ill for sometime now. On medication, but no signs of improvement.
Being ill sucks. If i dont get well, I might be heading for a surgery.
Till then its pain and sleep from painkillers.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Just some time back, while having a casual discussion about work/life etc with a cousin, I was startled at a remark she made. She said that the only problem managing work/life she faces is the abundance of choices. "There s far too many choices available, that's my problem", she said giggling.
If only I had one more choice, my life would probably be different, or may be I have the choice but my usual sense of logic or the lack of it, prevents me from choosing what I dint choose.
Its as if the mind is trapped within a box. The 180 degree movement that the eyes can make do see some possibilities, but its hard for the mind to break the barriers.
I need to paint.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Monday, April 12, 2010

Monty Python

STAN: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'.
REG: What?!
LORETTA: It's my right as a man.
JUDITH: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
LORETTA: I want to have babies.
REG: You want to have babies?!
LORETTA: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.
REG: But... you can't have babies.
LORETTA: Don't you oppress me.
REG: I'm not oppressing you, Stan. You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate?! You going to keep it in a box?!

-Monty Python quotes

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Please do not gift

Yesterday, a close relative who is visiting us, decided to gift me a dress material. The kinds that I never wore, and never will. Whilst, in my head I was wondering where to dispose it off, the word that came out of my mouth was a feeble "Thanks". The worst part is that it seems to happen almost always with me. Is there any way of sending signals to friends/ family such as the one above. :(

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cant Sleep, But I dream Big

I am going though a phase where I find it a little difficult to sleep.
And I end up feeling groggy the whole day.
The whole week went away like that.

acrylics on canvas
, current soundrack

Friday, March 26, 2010

Friday Blues

Going to work on a Friday sucks :(
But if Friday became a holiday, then I would end up feeling this way about Thursdays.
And this process, of not wanting to go to work will enter an infinite loop.
Hmm I can already see the detrimental effects of such a wish.

Getting Ready for work now :(

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Monday, March 1, 2010


What is it that you have been holding back within you?

Oh look, it has started showing, these dirty puddles.

Yes I am dirty and existential, I replied.

acrylics on canvas board

Sunday, February 14, 2010

It all starts then

A dad taking his prolly 8 year old daughter to an art class.
"When you grow big , people will pay huge amounts of money for your paintings"

Sunday, January 31, 2010


A few memories from the time spent last year in Indiana, USA.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Aversion to Non Vegetarian

About two months backs, I had serious food poisoning after eating chicken in my office in lunch. That day I had decided that I am going to avoid eating non veg as much as possible. I have since then not eaten non veg until yesterday. A few friends were together and we decided to hop over to Barbecue Nation.
I am feeling awful, so is my tummy. So much so, for the weekend.
I am quitting Non Veg and in case we go out, I am straight saying a no to anything that reminds me of this day. Back to drinking Water now.

landscape - acrylics on canvas

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Static Perspective

Static Perspective

Need of company
you are here,
nothing more.
A long list,
the same list,
ever growing list.
We are
on our own.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

In My Sky At Twilight - Pablo Neruda

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song.
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.
You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.