Sunday, October 28, 2007
Waves of new phenomenon hitting Guwahati....
Guwahati is hit by several waves of new phenomenon which take the Guwahatians by storm. The first thing to hit Guwahati was a wave of PCOs....everywhere one could see a plethora of PCO booths, with xerox and fax facilities in tow. But one must confess that the frequency with which PCOs are found in Guwahati are difficult to replicate anywhere else!!!! Then with the advent of the mass surrender of the ULFA , there were loads of wine shops (liquor vends ...saying 'cold beer , sold here') that were set up. Then in the late 90s, it was the phenomenon of cyber cafes and pool parlours. And now, all of a sudden it is Lounge Bars and these huge buildings with glass facades dotting the town. Many of these lounge bars look rather seedy , with equally seedy names....
Born to be wild....
Born to Be Wild....
by Steppenwolf
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild
by Steppenwolf
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Plays, Movies and weekends.....
Its been sometime since I last wrote in a post....sheer laziness I guess...
All I can really write about is the time well spent over the weekend . Watched Chak De India last Sunday and the movie rocked. It was one great movie I had seen in a long time. It spoke about several relevant issues and dealt with them so subtly , that it wasn't preachy at all!! In addition to that it was fast paced....one wasn't provided the space for boredom. The interplay between the different characters too was well represented...on the whole i thoroughly enjoyed the movie....
Today, we went out for a play at a local auditorium. It was a theatrical presentation of a play written by Mahesh Dattani. "30 Days In September" dealt with the issue of Child Sexual Abuse and Incest, commonplace in every household cutting across all class, caste and language barriers. Yet, it is one issue that is considered so taboo that it is seldom ever allowed to be out in the open for public debate. Narratives of victims are usually frowned upon, pushed to the vestiges of private memories...to be forgotten. The pain and trauma lingers on and it can have a telling effect on the person's growth and subsequent interpersonal relations.
The play was directed by Satyakee D'com Bhuyan and he did a fine job with it. The music was composed by Mayukh Hazarika. The actors did a great job. I particularly liked the performances of the victim and the perpetrator ....absolutely stellar performances!!! On the whole it was a great show and a wonderful evening...
All I can really write about is the time well spent over the weekend . Watched Chak De India last Sunday and the movie rocked. It was one great movie I had seen in a long time. It spoke about several relevant issues and dealt with them so subtly , that it wasn't preachy at all!! In addition to that it was fast paced....one wasn't provided the space for boredom. The interplay between the different characters too was well represented...on the whole i thoroughly enjoyed the movie....
Today, we went out for a play at a local auditorium. It was a theatrical presentation of a play written by Mahesh Dattani. "30 Days In September" dealt with the issue of Child Sexual Abuse and Incest, commonplace in every household cutting across all class, caste and language barriers. Yet, it is one issue that is considered so taboo that it is seldom ever allowed to be out in the open for public debate. Narratives of victims are usually frowned upon, pushed to the vestiges of private memories...to be forgotten. The pain and trauma lingers on and it can have a telling effect on the person's growth and subsequent interpersonal relations.
The play was directed by Satyakee D'com Bhuyan and he did a fine job with it. The music was composed by Mayukh Hazarika. The actors did a great job. I particularly liked the performances of the victim and the perpetrator ....absolutely stellar performances!!! On the whole it was a great show and a wonderful evening...
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Lemon Tree
Lemon Tree by Fool's Garden... ( I love it! )
(the link to it )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCDIt50hRDs
(the link to it )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCDIt50hRDs
Doesn't it look like the Grand Canyon?
Turquoise blue waters and the jagged rocks beneath the bridge (Khandong Dam, on the way to Haflong, Assam)
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tangential, disconnected thoughts...weaving a pattern....
bodies/desire/touch
hurt/pain/life
blood/gore/flesh
hurt/pain/life
blood/gore/flesh
Sensory frames....
Smells--how evocative can they be. Taking us back in time--opening up a pandora's box of a multitude of emotions. Smells can come to represent a wide range of experiences---of culinary delights wafting in the air, the putrid smell of sweat. They can evoke a variety of feelings and images---of happiness, laughter, intimacy, death, disgust and repulsion.
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The word Intimacy conjures up images and experiences in my mind---- of provocation, closeness, company, dialogue--- monologue (perhaps?), shared memories, time spent together, caught together in a common space of time.........
A common ground of intimacy albeit for a short moment is the daily travels on a bus....co-passengers in a bus/jostling for space touching unknowingly/shoving knowingly in desperation to move ahead/bodies brushing against each other/a light touch on the shoulder/a brusque manner cutting past streams of unfettered conversation/ bodies closely packed together like sardines---arms reaching out/torsos smashed--confined/constrained---legs entwined....
Pleasure None/Thoughts of getting out pre-dominate the mind/desire to catch a breath of fresh air/Waiting in limbo.....just waiting...
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The word Intimacy conjures up images and experiences in my mind---- of provocation, closeness, company, dialogue--- monologue (perhaps?), shared memories, time spent together, caught together in a common space of time.........
A common ground of intimacy albeit for a short moment is the daily travels on a bus....co-passengers in a bus/jostling for space touching unknowingly/shoving knowingly in desperation to move ahead/bodies brushing against each other/a light touch on the shoulder/a brusque manner cutting past streams of unfettered conversation/ bodies closely packed together like sardines---arms reaching out/torsos smashed--confined/constrained---legs entwined....
Pleasure None/Thoughts of getting out pre-dominate the mind/desire to catch a breath of fresh air/Waiting in limbo.....just waiting...
Snapshots of a fragile memory.....
Memories are like grains of sands...shifting ....continuously moving....shaped by layers of experiences, tweaking out the old and replacing them with new, sensory stimulations.... colours, images , smells, tastes...so clear that you can feel them touching you.
How often they keep coming back...the sights, the smell....the sounds....evoked by the seemingly mundane events unfolding around us. One is always oscillating between the present and the past...taking in what one can....the memory of that event ....just an iota of the entire experience....to be embedded deep in the recesses of our mind. To be dug into at a later stage.... rummaged through for that one particular piece that would fit into an unravelling life process.
How brilliantly the mind works.....
How often they keep coming back...the sights, the smell....the sounds....evoked by the seemingly mundane events unfolding around us. One is always oscillating between the present and the past...taking in what one can....the memory of that event ....just an iota of the entire experience....to be embedded deep in the recesses of our mind. To be dug into at a later stage.... rummaged through for that one particular piece that would fit into an unravelling life process.
How brilliantly the mind works.....
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
"Home " --- Family intrigues
Stayed up till 3 this morning reading the novel Home by Manju Kapur. Its about a typical North Indian business family based in the congested lanes of Delhi's Karol Bagh. The plot is centered around the lives of two sisters and their respective families. The intrigues in a joint family set up, squabbles, relations with the in-laws, one-up-man-ship between rival sisters in-law and incestous relations tainting innocent young lives are some of the pre-dominant themes. It is sooo real in parts, it can actually feel a bit suffocating!!! Nevertheless, if one can sustain one's interest in Banwari Lal's fortunes across several generations...it is worth the effort!!!
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