Catharsis

A Conversation: Part 3


Usman:
Okay. Have you ever experienced the feeling when you are in a train and every single person is staring at you for absolutely no reason.

Sai:
This one is called "A Stranger".

Eyes, those naked strange eyes,
Looking through me,
Peering through my clothes,
My Skin,
And my soul,

What is so new about me?
Is there something that you have been told?

With those eyes you have scrutinized me,
For what?
A reason that no one knows.

Stare as deep as you like,
For I know,
How hollow is your soul.

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Usman:
Hollow soul,
Your hallowed goal must be to seek salvation.
Will you enlighten yourself or be resigned to damnation?

Sai:
This one is called "The Reason".

The fear of being damned doesn't eat him,
A glass of wine would hardly please him,
Attaining salvation is something that he doesn't seek,
Lustful salivation is arousing him and getting him at his peak.

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Usman:
What Zenith can he reach, he of lowly mind?
He who can think naught but his daily grind.
A cycle he rides to work, a cycle his life become
More cruel rider than God he will not find.

Sai:
This one is called "Catharsis".

God the divine creator,
Created him too.
With those same hands,
and the same mud he was formed too.

He, now has become the leech of the society,
Nibbling and draining the blood and life of this lady,
Who is no less than a deity.

How is it fair?
To be raped and murdered by his grotesque stare.

Well, this makes me question,
Does the divine creator even care?
Aren't we your obedient puppets?
Simply put in a state of despair.

This too shall pass...
So have you told
Yes, M'Lord...
This too has passed.

Now, I'm standing at your door.
With torn clothes and broken bones.

Now would you weigh my sins,
With my ethical and moral wins?

And let me know if I'm welcomed in your mighty...
Splendid,
Magnificent,
Divine,
Abode.

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References: 
Grind: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/grind.html 
Hollow Soul: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/hollow-soul.html

Nicotine

A Conversation: Part 2

Usman:
Lungs filled up with swirling smoke
Heart beats dimmer with each stroke
Life drains out of me and yet
Each puff finds me more awoke

Sai:
A puff that borrows breaths from the future...
One moment at the cost of many
You may as well rejoice, strive, and die at that moment
Than to live with faith and be fed by hope... 

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Reference: 
Awakening: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/awakening.html

A Conversation

It started with these words and then there was no looking back. I made a pact with my friend, Usman. According to the pact, we can only reply to each other through poetry. And that gave birth to this "conversation". Traces of which you would see in the upcoming posts. So watch this space for more!

Vintage Boy Toys

Look what I found at work, miniature vintage Chevrolet. 


Chevrolet Corvette, 1957

Chevrolet Nomad, 1955 - 1957

I wish I owned them... maybe some day! some day!

The Harley Davidson Concert

Finally I found my pendrive! It had the pictures of the Harley Davidson concert, which I had attended in October, 2013. 

Now, you can finally see the glimpse of that awesome night! Better late than never.


This is how it began...

Then came Junkyard Groove: Ameeth Thomas

And then, in the end, there was Shaa'ir and Func.

Monica Dogra

Randolph Correia

Rohit "PMAN" Pereira

Order and Chaos

While I was growing up (still I'm), I knew that whatever was shown, explained or taught to us (young impressionable minds) was the censored version of the reality. I never understood why our education system and the media try to feed us this pre-decided, pre-recorded, mind numbing, bullshit. Now, we are tuned to absorb this and we adjust to whatever is going on. We rarely confront the reality. When the reality hits us, we feel betrayed. That is when we realize that there is chaos in order.

Last year, I went through my friend Javed's blog. He is a photographer and journalist. I read his articles about the madness that existed in Chattisgarh. Those articles talked about the atrocities that were committed on the adivasis by the Maoists, government and its forces. It seems that they have locked their conscience in a box. There, the law is completely warped, concept of security does not exist and humanity has become a joke. It’s commendable how these adivasis survive. They have maintained their self-respect by showing resistance and by not crossing over to the other side. 

Javed's articles have painted a vivid picture in my mind. I was surprised, how come the media wasn't broadly covering any of this sensitive information. Journalists who are brave enough to cover this are not given enough support. Media is really turning into a commercial circus. 

Have we really come to a point where Bollywood and other superficial things matter more to us?

All this has inspired me to create this illustration. It represents the aftermath of order and chaos.

Order

Chaos

This illustration is dedicated to all the people who are going through the same situation and to the journalists who are spreading awareness about such issues.

Here's the link to Javed's blog: http://moonchasing.wordpress.com/

Start reading it from here:
http://moonchasing.wordpress.com/2009/11/page/2/

...and then you would know...

Destiny

No, I wasn't high when I drew this. I didn't want to get high either when I was done drawing it. Also, through this art work I am not trying to connect or target the people who are high or are about to get high. Although, if they are able to connect to this then it's a completely different story! Yeah, I'm not high. Anywho, this art work is just an interpretation of the most obscure topic, "Destiny". 

Why Destiny? Well, according to me destiny is completely vague (maybe it's supposed to be that way, who knows?). 

They say that the day you are born, your destiny is created. It's apparently a pre-decided path. And so you sing Que Sera Sera and let the chips fall where they may. If you try to deviate from your path, you would eventually end up with the same result, the "pre-decided" result. Obviously, the deviation might cost you a lot, it may result into more paper work, emotional drama, self loathing, you know...all that jazz! It's like a dizzying roller coaster ride, with no end. The best thing that you could do is grab on to your seat and take a deep breath when it goes through that huge, nasty plunge. While doing that you also need to try your best to not to puke on yourself or on someone sitting besides you. That's just too much of a mess. 

Some say that you create your own destiny. So those guys may not agree with whatever I wrote in the previous paragraph. That's absolutely fine. Their concept also makes sense. You aim for what you want and you try to achieve it. It completely depends upon your potential and will. Most of the times you might get defeated by someone who is more capable than you but sometimes you'll rise like a dark horse. There will always be distractions from various onlookers. The question is, "How do you distract yourself from those distractions?". 

Don't ask me...I am not an expert! All this is very subjective. What you see is what you interpret. I derived all that from my art work. For you, all this may not even make any sense. That's absolutely perfect. Stick to what you see. You don't have to agree with me or try to get in sync with my frequency. What you have seen and interpreted is your reality and imagination. I don't want to cloud it. 

I would definitely be happy to hear about your opinion/interpretations.