Paaus aala

The awesome wala smell coming earth mein se :)

Trees hawa k waja se hilna :) 

Little puddles here and there

 sab kuch ekdum fresh fresh dikhna !

 paani ka drops idar udar !

 Everything seems shiny :D

 With little beads on em.

 Just a bird or two.

Those heavy grey clouds you see !

 when things start rusting ! :) !

when you can see reflections on stone slabs

 shades of grey :)

 The town shadowed by mist

You see fresh colors around.

 The crows look as if they had a bath

Birds going chatt dhundne !
It means paaus aala !
 Photographs clicked by me .
All from my terrace :) [except town wala]

Ae bhagwan !

The vacations have just begun,a week almost,and a random plan, a place which was decided ainveyi !

And well we all happen to be free,so we met, 

some places just happen to be so beautiful almost surreal 

and you won't believe it until you've been there !

The stones...pink...brown...white...grey...black...green...ochre...you name it ! 

and the name "Ae bhagwan" be ,because of an incident ! [story I'll tell you later (college thingy actually) ] 

and the sand ochre with tints of orangish red !

credits to the setting sun !

the whole sky just 

was like took over by orangish red tint !

This photo I just love .

-Taken by my mobile camera [weird but 2mp it clicks some awesome photos some times]

The perfect circle and the border that the sun has,

If you noticed it's original color -whit.

P.S- I don't know what's that white small dot over it. but the alignment is perfect.

sort of surreal.

Sky ablaze .

Orange took over blue .

Moments later,orange subdued by greyish blue with a hint of violet.

It seemed if you ever happen to see froth on mercury , that was over there and not water.

I just stood there till everything turned dark.

Self-portrait

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
Khalil Gibran

My first self-portrait.

The irony

I am an art student, the professors who lecture us they are more well versed with hindi and marathi than english.
In our orientation program at college , we had an Indian artist coming in , his artwork was excellent , but he wasn't that good in english.The people ( Oh and these people are some of my very own batch mates and seniors) around me instantly started chattering about how bad his english is , they did not bother even for a second to look at his work, to pay attention at what he is presenting, I was in love with his surrealistic paintings, the video art , they were brilliant. But these people start laughing, giggling over his broken english , making fun of the artwork.

There was an animated video which was on display,
The video consisted of teeny weeny houses, you could see 13-17 houses at a glance and they were simple basic houses open with just walls on 2/3 sides with windows and sloping roofs.
The back ground was black and the houses were psychedelic pink purple green.
The camera was taken through these houses from one house to another and another, it went on for full 5minutes ,then an abrupt end.
I was confused.
 The artist started explaining you must have been wondering for 5mins you were waiting for something to happen for something to pop out or some change or drama but in the end nothing happens. He explained it is life,  those times where you just wait and wait for something to happen but there is nothing.
So it is just about that frustrating, annoying, longing that something is about to occur.
I smiled.It made such sense,but these people after the artist explained they are like ''OMG how boring'' again started giggling and mimicking his broken english.
This was not the worst part,

Last week we had a lecture from an art curator from milan and she couldn't speak english at all.She had a piece of paper from which she was reading words and some 2-3 pronouns and showing some slides and she was so lost , she did not know what she was talking about. Then another guy took over and explained the stuff to us.The same people who were laughing/cursing the earlier indian artist for his broken english now went ''OMG she is so cute,so cute, very nice''

 'how cute is her english'

  'atleast she tried' 

Funny thing I heard some one say "uska art work kya tha" it is funny because she was a curator and she was showing artworks of artists from milan.
All this coming from students studying arts in an art institute and they wonder why people dont appreciate art.The irony.
I smiled.Weird.

There it is

Something eerie about it,

The four walls seem to be 

caving in a dreadful aura.

She can hear the clocks tick-tock,

or even a pin drop.

She doesn't know why,

every time there,

As if someone's watching over.

That thing she feels

makes her go weak in her knees

She dreads going in,

because the flashbacks keep surfacing.

She is scared,

but even longs for it,

Like on an invisible surface

waiting for an opening.

R.I.P

Panic around her
Call the doctor
switched-off.
Try the ambulance
none available.
Oxygen cylinder!
chemists closed...
Nearby hospitals refused
"TOO CRITICAL"
Her temprature falling
Minute by minute,
The Unavoidable approaching.
She sensed it,
"Don't do anything
It's useless
love u all tc"
And then
she Prayed
No desires left
slowly
numbness creeping,
pain subsiding,
foam gurgles out,
Her Neck tilts,
Eyelids lowered.
she
R.I.P

zykaar

I was in a bad mood, pissed , angry , disappointed then I came across this http://zykaar.blogspot.com/2011/07/rise.html

hahahaa made my night.

I absolutely love you bitch.