Category Archives: My Art

Digitizing Memories with a Techno-Bhajan Mix

The year was 1995, the place, Berlin. The Berlin Wall col­lapse was still in pub­lic mem­ory, and a per­sonal wall was col­laps­ing for me in the form of my first stay abroad. As a twenty-something year old young man, this trip opened new doors for me — explor­ing the WWW, devel­op­ing per­sonal friend­ships with Euro­peans,

Music Appreciation: मना तुझे मनोगत

I touched upon Indi­ans not mak­ing it easy for oth­ers to appre­ci­ate their art recently. I then mused about the melt­ing pot that is India, and how dif­fi­cult it can be for Indi­ans to appre­ci­ate their own regional arts. Hence I would like to exper­i­ment shar­ing my affec­tion of a Marathi song, and see if

Round and Round

Round and round Men­tally unsound On shaky ground Inse­cu­rity abounds
The mind whirls Emo­tion swirls Dreams unwind Des­tiny unkind
One hopes To elope But one is bound To one’s ground
To

Personality vs. Character

Per­son­al­ity is like a rose
Every­one likes it
It attracts for a cou­ple of days
And is then thrown away
Char­ac­ter is like chloro­phyll
Not many know about it
It’s not vis­i­ble
But it sus­tains life on earth.

Recycle Being

I amThere­fore I breatheI amThere­fore  I live
To live or not­That is the ques­tionTo breathe or not­That is the dilemma
Moments of pan­ic­That are tragicI am lethar­gicThere’s need of some magic
Uncom­fort­ableUnsta­bleUnableTo be sta­ble
I am hurt­But I won’t be curt­The sit­u­a­tion does hurtWho’ll clean up the dirt?
I will tryNot to cryIt’s about time­For me to fly

Blind Love…

I can hear what you sayI sense we’re in a bindI can touch what you saySo what if I’m blind?
I under­stand youBet­ter than most oth­ersEngulfed in your hairSmelling the flow­ers
The per­fume of your hair­Lifts me out of despairThe dark­ness every­whereAsks me, do I dare?
Am I fit to be your lover?Blind, will­ing to bend low­erThis is what tears

Tearful Attachment…

If I were a tear in your eyesI would lie on your cheeks and die on your lips­But if you were a tear in my eyesI would never cry in fear of los­ing you
(Com­posed by a friend)

50 Years…

Sput­nik soare­dAt­las Shrugged­Mankind roare­dEarth unplugged
Start of a space race­What a dis­graceAmidst all the pace­Who lost their face?
Fifty yearsCom­mu­nism shat­teredMan yearn­sHis dreams shat­tered
Ayn Rand pub­lishedRus­sia extin­guishedGalt spokeThe world awoke
Dagny Tag­gartA rail­road at heart­Torn apartYet, a work of art
Hank Rear­denBeneath a bur­denRefused a par­donBecame a guardian
Fran­ciscoActed like in a dis­co­His char­ac­terMuch like a fresco
John GaltHis life exalt­s­Like sin­gle malt­Pure gestalt
Yuri

To My Readers

There was once a Ram­bodocWho twisted word and min­dA­long came An Unquiet Min­dAnd soon they were one of a kind
Not for­get­ting her­self, Aika­ter­ine joinedOemar’s ran­dom mus­ings entwinedThiru was perched on a spotNo won­der as he was on blogspot
Priyank was fly­ing in the cloud­While Arun thought out loudSree’s views, and Nita with her wide angle view­Brought many top­ics in