I sit across from the blank canvas imagining all the things I can fill it up with. Abstract shapes take form in my head and disappear before they make it out to the flat white surface. The round pointed brush in my hand, sometimes gently taps the side of the mixing plate, and sometimes rests on one edge of the canvas, waiting for its appointed task to begin...
हमें लगता है कि हमारी पहली पहचान ही सबकुछ है, उसके पीछे कुछ नहीं है, सिर्फ़ शून्यता है । इसलिए हम इस पहचान को खोने से डरते हैं । पर सच तो यह है कि वह सिर्फ़ एक लिबास है जिसे हमारी रूह ने ही हमारे लिए चुना है ।
Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; rimmo nín Bruinen dan in Ulaer When I first heard these words flow from Arwen’s mouth and then saw a gush of water engulf the malicious Ringwraiths of The Lord of the Rings, something about it struck me, something I still find hard to put into words. This feeling… Continue reading The Power of Words
Our fidelity to things long dead, our resistance to what is new, our futile attempts to keep carcasses alive and suck life out of that which grew
The Indian sensibility has been nourished by this imperishable fountain of love for two thousand years or more—whether it be the pain of the traumatic separation of the Krauncha birds that inspired the first poet-saint Valmiki to compose Rāmāyan, the rich verses of Kālidāsa that powerfully evoke the Shringār Rasa, Meera’s love and devotion that inspired her songs to Lord Krishna, or the muse of the proverbial āshiqs of Urdu ghazals. It seems that love is destined to persist as a cherished theme in Indian aesthetics, art, culture, literature, music, and now films for generations to come.
राग दरबारी सिर्फ़ एक उपन्यास नहीं बल्कि एक दर्पण है जिसमें तत्कालीन भारत और उसमें हो रहे राजनीतिक, सामाजिक और नैतिक पतन का चित्र उभरकर हमारे सामने आता है । १९६० के दशक का भारत, उसकी चुनौतियाँ, उन चुनौतियों से निपटने के लिए एक तरफ़ तो कुछ कामयाब होतीं और कई नाकाम होतीं सरकारी योजनाएँ… Continue reading श्रीलाल शुक्ल जी की राग दरबारी
Beauty seems to be that aspect which makes infinite meditation possible. So the beauty of the flower inspires the poet to compose a beautiful verse which sets off a series of composition by those inspired by the beautiful verse and so on.. The flower, the scene, the sky, the bird the river, the maiden are… Continue reading Amateurish Aesthetics
Its getting difficult now to write poetry or to even think about fiction. Feels as if every single line will squeeze the life out of me. That I've to be mad, not just a little bit-which I'm already, but let madness take over me in a fit of delirium. Words and sentences, which at first… Continue reading Writer’s Block