*sigh*

3 months
On the road
Off the road
Of the road
Out of a bag
And back in.

I'm sitting now
Thinking, cutting, pasting, creating.
I'm happy.



DISCLAIMER

This is a work of abstraction inspired by real names, characters, places and incidents and bear resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead.

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An Overview

YESTERDAY

HOLD ME

HOME

MIRA

Details

Lost time

Long long ago I glued paper-strips together while thinking how college would be...

Constant Confusion

In between external information and self-expression
I suffer, I learn, I complain, I enjoy, I live.

Vishal

Abhijeet

Anuj

Apoorva

Boopathy

Damayanti

Mira

Mudra

Navneet

Rakesh

Rohit

Sonam

Swati

An ode to changing times

It was just yesterday we knew each other,

Just yesterday, when there was a thing called ‘Culture’

We were proud about it; we celebrated it and loved it.

Today there are only strangers,

Dividers erected, toughened further by military rules.

We are not proud; there is no need to celebrate and definitely no reason to love it.

Tomorrow, more strangers will come in, do their time, get branded and will be released like crates of cold-drinks in December.

There will be another batch next year, and the year after that...getting colder and colder.

NID, I wish you were still the way you were described by all those coming to chai-gate,

after all those years that they were here,

Who sip and reminisce about how beautiful those times were in their days.

Oral Satisfaction

There is this thing that we do...and I was prey to it too.
It is under control, but sometimes its best to give up, come undone and surrender.
Its all that happened and all that you collect and keep under your breath until you can't hold anymore. You just have to do it. Its a collective work and more about sharing.

Excitement surges, adrenalin high and the anticipation from the other/s.

You lean, open your mouth and it all comes out.

Its out for the world, to awww, to shrug, to add spice to, to judge and finally to spread!!!

XOXO



(p.s. No puns intended)

Animals of NID (Ice-cachan Cat)

Spoilt till they cannot be spoilt anymore and with the pride of rulers they flaunt themselves.

Animals of NID (Lizards)

They swim!!!
Aiming for the nirvana baby...dont know weather it shows :P

 

Animals of NID (dogs)

.....and i don't mean us!
We had a visual narrative class where I chose this as the topic to illustrate how animals spend their time here.

Dogs:

Home

...when I felt trapped...

this is how my home looks minus all the things that don't matter

You and Me

this lil' piece is as old as the my problem...
ever experienced Generation Gap??

This is what it has come to....

The sleep bubble

the most happening time of the day, its sadly not real even though it is almost there. I go to these places and do these weird things that i wud never be able to considering where i really am in reality!
It washes itself out of my memory as the day passes. I cannot keep a record of these little trips I take every time i shut my eyes...any medium is just too limiting for me to put down what I experience.

wake up...

shutting your eyes for 8hrs is shutting your senses for 8 hrs to a world that's changing, every degree it rotates...could I stop sleeping....should I stop blinking...

...for the record

I never read what I finish....I never start what I have ended....

Addicted

Dust is definitely there....but its the freedom in the air that matters.

Its been a long time since I have committed to come at a certain time;
since I have received innumerable, frantic calls, asking where I was;
a long time since I have given reason for something I'm doing;
since I have been questioned on something I did....

I've become to distant to how it was.
Addicted to this smell in the air.

How can I go back from here? How can I?....

Know-Know...

Is Knowing-It-All better than All-Knowing-It??

You get lost looking at that little square spec hovering in the sky so far, far away.....

Pass pass...

Time passing and People passing away
OR
People passing and Time passing away?

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The milk boils down....and so does reality.....its you all the way and rabdi tastes great!!!