I am hoping to carry on with Bombay dairies for a while...
Damn I can whine right now,but honestly,I am not worked up...and that tactic feels good :), one guru taught me so.....
What else....rains practically drained the city and then what happened....one random encounter,like do what you want to do phase,hoping across to some good conversations and colored liquid
The rush gets higher....touch,feel,believe ;)
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
BOMBAY DAIRY
ENTRY 1
It feels great to be back, specially that day when I was waiting for r for roger by the sea and the long drive to nariman point, serene…..if I could change anything, subject of conversations. The sea looks amazing and so does the salty taste in the mouth but then the mundane took over, battling freaking daily lives and people with inability to find happiness in the smaller nuisances, like flowers or rain clad kali-peeli taxis or just waltzing across roads. Found an antidote to that – smoke, and not coloured smoke!
What’s with the attitude?
I mean this is not what/where I left. Yet another blast, and taking it as if it’s the way of life, being numb about it and saying back with a vengeance.
Chaos is the way of life, but what happened to the rhythm to madness
Tantrums has a new meaning, like the Bollywood dream is full of it, is that survival or sheer boredom?. How fast are we running that the whole deal of waiting to smile has disappeared? Haven’t stopped to say hello to the rains or say hi to the sudden sun burst, or just being temperamental because it frees the captured soul
However textures feel nice…something that was so tactile was created on a big canvas.
And then the lights and the sound and the camera angles
The best part however was of the zillion characters on which one could write a story, and make films on them or the thesis about the disorganized labor in the industry.
Its buzzing,and whatever is negative is just fad,and not real except for spaces
And it just takes an imagination to bungee jump from the top of the sea-link straight into the sea
Till next time
It feels great to be back, specially that day when I was waiting for r for roger by the sea and the long drive to nariman point, serene…..if I could change anything, subject of conversations. The sea looks amazing and so does the salty taste in the mouth but then the mundane took over, battling freaking daily lives and people with inability to find happiness in the smaller nuisances, like flowers or rain clad kali-peeli taxis or just waltzing across roads. Found an antidote to that – smoke, and not coloured smoke!
What’s with the attitude?
I mean this is not what/where I left. Yet another blast, and taking it as if it’s the way of life, being numb about it and saying back with a vengeance.
Chaos is the way of life, but what happened to the rhythm to madness
Tantrums has a new meaning, like the Bollywood dream is full of it, is that survival or sheer boredom?. How fast are we running that the whole deal of waiting to smile has disappeared? Haven’t stopped to say hello to the rains or say hi to the sudden sun burst, or just being temperamental because it frees the captured soul
However textures feel nice…something that was so tactile was created on a big canvas.
And then the lights and the sound and the camera angles
The best part however was of the zillion characters on which one could write a story, and make films on them or the thesis about the disorganized labor in the industry.
Its buzzing,and whatever is negative is just fad,and not real except for spaces
And it just takes an imagination to bungee jump from the top of the sea-link straight into the sea
Till next time
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