The River Stories

I have equal fascination for rivers as I love the vast barren desserts of country.

Workplace and the Art- scape

                                                             
                                                               Workplace and the Art- scape


Recently some of my google create members were in the city when I took them out for a quick tour to my work place. they were surprised with the scope of photo-documentation that could possibly be done at the campus.

Himanshu Panchal, a dear friend and fine art curator (the best person I have met in fine art curation) insisted me to start documenting mundane textures of life.

At first, I was not sure of the idea of using my workplace for the discovery of art into the walls and people visiting the campus. But then I started exploring a bit of it and got fond of it.

After all, Its no bad to convert the workplace into an art-space. As art is ubiquitous. If my profession is a religion so is Art,

She and Camel Man

She and Camel Man

"My mom has always told me the stories of horse rider and her dream man. She lived in a small village of Khar Rajasthan", said Ranjeeta in her perplexed tone. 

Her dreams never got quenched, as the poor lady didn't realize that man in Rajasthan come on camel as opposed to the white horses of fairy tale. 

Nor that her dream of a horse rider got crashed, she became a household to the man who used to sell camel for his survival. During daytime he used to run a camel cart for the travelers coming to see the scenic beauty of  vast barren dessert but he himself failed to admire the beauty of her women.

The days went by; from dusk to dawn. She lived a life because she had to live one. 

Often I asked her if there is a purpose in your life. As in a reluctant dead tone, she always say, "I don't want you to be one of me". I never understood her till the day....

A camel man came to see me, with the loft of his camels riding a camel. 

Life-Scapes

Life-Scapes

As a traveler, the weekends come with an urge to move around in the empty wide spaces of nature. Often i join the troll of my friends to abandon my streets for the varied perspectives of empty lands.

The ample beauty of solitude and parched lands allows me to retrospect and introspect my head-space.  often I get the luxury to have a conversation with my self far away from the city shore.

Far away from the human grounds, lies a world of wilderness. where nature is wild, the hunter is a prey and the prey is the gladiator. 

There is a horizon, where the water meets the sky. the earth is serene and the air is pure and fresh. The life is still there. Perhaps that's what a heaven is.

Sometimes I feel like eloping into the vast sky, way above the mountains where the boundary walls are not made of brick and cement. There is enough food for everyone, greens for the eye and love for the hearts.

The ever lasting poem of Rabindranath Tagore plays in my mind: Where the mind is without fear ... into that heaven, my father

let me spread my wings and fly away

 ( a bit of my version)