20 August, 2012

On Farms and Forgetting

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm,
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm,
And if by chance I wake at night and ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb

- Leonard Cohen, Stories of the Street

28 June, 2012

The Pleasures of Being Home - Painting

 Some recent oil paintings. The elephant reminds me of a horrible accident that took place in India a few years ago where a train killed 7 elephants.

Broken Flower

Broken Flower

Elephant Memories

Unsorted

A Gondal Scene

The Painting Life

03 June, 2012

To Belong

Recently, I have been struggling with a deep desire. The desire 'to belong'. The strength of this urge within me reminds me of the relentlessness of the existence of gravity. Feeling the pull of the earth beneath my feet through its rapid, rotational, roamings, and the restlessness of my life form, seem to inexorably pervade my reality. What crude, hippified words does this desire coerce me into using to express what I wish to belong to?

To Belong to a natural space that I am absorbed by
To Belong to a project (despite its futile-passion tendencies)
To Belong to an Environmental NGO or respectable Environmental thinker
To Belong to a community (that values my values)
To Belong to a lover (preferably mine)

What can I make of this desire? Let me start with its history. Is it new? Not really. You probably heard me drifting through the corridors singing, 'I am displaced, I am displaced...' by Azure Ray. How about psycho-analysing this feeling? Perhaps its another ego trip. 'Am I not special? Where is that place where I can find my dreamland, where I am the center, and will remain the center forever?' This may be partially true, undeniably. But I am not fully convinced.

What does it really mean to belong? Our helpful dictionary points us in one direction, "To be in its right place." This reminds me of Adrienne Rich's Politics of Location. To Rich, I am not merely a woman and identified so. But rather I belong to and I am created by the geography, race, caste, sex, political scenario, economic background, caste, facticity (things I cannot change about myself) etc. I suppose these make me and I am made by them. Perhaps I do not feel a sense of belonging, do not truly understand my politics of location because I have been lost in the sky of the abstract. A world of abstract ideas and concepts, where I became oblivious to even my being immanently an Indian and a woman. Feeling like a balloon trapped in an unclosed, container, I have floated away into the sky. Perhaps to escape unfathomable personal experiences.

There is also another sense to this urge to belong. It is a need to blend in, for the sake of others and myself, to create, to communicate. To become a community that cares. Carol Lee Flinders in her book, Values of Belonging explores the value system of human communities before agriculture and the system that has developed in the post-agricultural world. The hunter-gather lifestyle was dependent wholly on the values of belonging to your community which included not just your clan members but nature itself which was not separate the way we perceive it to be now. This is the sense in which I wish to belong as well.

Every damn thing within the ecological systems of the earth have their functional part. What is my part? How can I belong if I do not know my role or the habits I must cultivate to fit into my role? This is how I wish to belong.

Wise words from my mother when I expressed this need to belong;
"Everybody has a time in their life when they feel this urge, this desire, to belong. It is very important during this time to find something/someone you belong to. In time these things change and rigidity begins to creep in. Sometimes it is having a child that quenches this need for belonging because you find someone you want to live for. Rather than they belong to you, you belong to them."

Hmm... time to make 10 children. That makes me belong 9 times more than if I just had 1. Bah! No. Nein. Nahi.

I am going to do nothing for a while and see if belongingness finds me. If I am not lucky enough, can I create the belonged world for me? Perhaps.  

11 February, 2012

A Friend Lost

Sweet friend
I have lost you
I am here now
Memories remain

Who were you?
Who are you?
Who was I?
Who am I?

I do not recognize you
Fire in your eyes
And in the mirror
I do not recognize myself

I must live speechless
Without you
Your listening ear
And caring heart

A river of pain
Can it be crossed?
A deep chasm
Can it be bridged?

Emptiness remains
You have gone
A missing friend
Learning to live

Might I hope

24 January, 2012

19 November, 2011

Restless Heart

Without depth, I feel lost
I look back, and words escape
Emotions sweep through doors
That reluctantly creak open

Words flow slowly and rarely
Are emotions offered the podium
Images from the past bring
Mighty mountains and deep valleys

Deep were your thoughts, my dear
Deeply you looked at me
Through anxious eyes and
A restless heart, I looked at you

Restlessness finds its way again
Searching for your warm palm
Wondering is your world
Just as it should be?

To arise and fall and arise
They say, it is the way
To break and assemble again
But never the same vase

You are beautiful, my dear
In this fleeting life
Your broken heart is pure
Your mended self is sacred

29 October, 2011

Deep

I look at you
And you, at me
But our eyes
They do not meet

When I find them
Your green eyes,
They turn away
Saddened, denied

Your eyes seek
The darkness
But it is lost
What should be

I try to be,
I see the depth
I see the love
I ache

I ache for
Your profound thought
Your deep emotions
Your salty tears

But the land is barren
The grass was greener
The water was deeper
The sun arose

The skin of the drum
Tears beneath my force
There is blood, but
Not the colour of love

12 September, 2011

Where Did Good Go?

Look back
At the blankness
The darkness
Naked emotions

Did I miss a beat?
A lesson not learnt
Thoughts undeveloped
Molding myself

Perfection beckons
Happiness evades
Futures bleed
Pasts scar

Words tumble out
In the form
of words from songs
Creativity lost again

An urge to remain
To never change
Within the ever changing
I deny my failures

Unceasing restlessness
A curse or immaturity?
I blend into the world
And it into me

08 May, 2011

Yoke

A stagnant center
A coming together