memory-time-image-travel

My depression-bushes, forcibly set aside.
Look I am not talking how I missed Kashmiri Gate Metro Station
but instead got down at Pullbangash, and how while returning
i stepped out at Tis Hazari, the one ahead of destination.

Listen, I still gather some strength. that is why i just finished
writing "WAITING fOR GODOT". I remember, I said, " you will like it.
I forgot to add, Take your time,  We will talk another time.
In which Time-Zone ?

 There are many against we-many. you will ask.
I too will aks at the same time, a question about time.
We will then look at each other, just look.

Sukhanwari continues to dissolve into rings of silences
like a colour-tube under stone left unlided at the rim of a gently flowing river.

many an acts render a fact like Death to purposelessness. yet we argue..

At some point, while nothing was happeing, uncessearliy i suggested YOU
exactly what? That is not the question, but you turned away,
like any author who turns away from her or his own text, once done. No ?

You were there, now here too. I like to stay calm, but a chaotic presence
at both places, simultaneously.
Is  then this "The Time Image" and plus ?

See, I still talk,
Actor me, delivering  the crammed line:
" O, dear Mother, Look I play the role of 'Kanne phol' in 'why'.
a subsequent drawing is
one single black inked grain, on a photograph of thousand rice grains.

And once gentle fingers of time arrive,
removal of the entire mask from face is inevitable

lethal combination of face and mask indeed oblitrated many a things
all along, now this photograph at its tail.

now it is working.
wait. it would be hot, but eat.

Now, go lit the fire, cleansed rice is ready to cook.

Be what you are not in relation to what you never were,
and yet all this what we look we are:
or nothing ...


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* kanne phol = unhusked grain of rice
**why = rice before it is cooked _

Sirf Tum towards Kashmir

TRUCK WITH ARRANGED FRAGMENTS small
trucke 7 copy small
two peacocks while going to kashmir
All what camera captures through the window of a moving car: the rear of a truck on the Highway towards Srinagar on the hills. 
the image perhaps reads:  two peacocks: face to face, (once with their full forms) but now, ironically with the support of a missing fragment of their own forms, they look merged, as if in love. 
The images perhaps tells us what is behind the skin of the image : absence
The truck is full of absences, a darkness
A slice of the very "absence" reproduces another absence, then another then another, without any possiblity to bring the painted lovers to original form. Paradoxically, the lovers, if at all they come,  to their earlier form of what we might love to SEE, they would not be in a merged form, thus seperted once again. Better if they are merged, without giving us any idea how their face to face visual looks like.
Moving towards Kashmir: Breeze through the window tells :some thing is lost in the transit over the years. In the land of love, there is a struggle to restore the image to two Kashmirs,  to make the look again face to face, for another merger, for another desire to restore.

a kashmir image


All what camera captures through the window of a moving car: the rear of a truck on the Highway towards Srinagar on the hills.
the image perhaps reads:  two peacocks: face to face, (once with their full forms) but now, ironically with the support of a missing fragment of their own forms, they look merged, as if in love. 
The images perhaps tells us what is behind the skin of the image: absence
A slice of the very "absence" reproduces another absence, then another then another, without any possiblity to bring the painted lovers to original form. Paradoxically, the lovers, if at all they come,  to their earlier form of what we might love to SEE, they would not be in a merged form, thus seperted once again. Better if they are merged, without giving us any idea how their face to face visual looks like.
Moving towards Kashmir: Breeze through the window tells :some thing is lost in the transit over the years. In the land of love, there is a struggle to restore the image to two Kashmirs,  to make the look again face to face, for another merger, for another desire to restore....
a kashmir image

FILL IT, SHUT IT & FORGET IT





inside 12 by 16 inches envelope filled with BLANK same size paper from the 274 kg reel of 140 gms thick brown paper usually meant for envelopes.
The text on each yellow envelope lined with cotton gauze : FiILL IT, SHUT IT & FORGET IT
with a stamp behind:

" We are then introduced to a series of tales and counsels
whose chief burden is to underscore the over-riding
 importance of ' self-preservation "

The blank paper playing  the roll of FILL IT,
and the seal  traditional LAC used to seal postal envelops as SHUT IT
and    one to each in the audience, would be its FORGET IT

Below, on Friday, the day when City-as-Studio showcased its major exhibition/performacnes by others, i went out from Sarai studio to the road leading to Metro station. We returned from the a nearby garbage dumping point to the studio back. Later the unwinding of the paper happened after police objected to the material on the roads....