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Two weddings.

One was a cousin's and the other, a 60th wedding (actually the 60th birthday) of an aunt and uncle. Both were filled with tambrahm mamas who chanted endlessly...I suspect some of them were just lip synching...saying the 'swaaha' bits whenever they came.









I had the camera man at the first wedding taping me drawing. Needless to say the subjects of my stalking were constantly running off in the wedding madness.

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I hear birds.

I can't see them, but they're probably on some wet green tree, shaking the rain off their feathers. I hear the strains of a flute-the music of the wind. It feels like something out of a Ray film-Charulata perhaps- but quickly morphs into something very Kannada. I hear a temple bell, some kids squealing and very loud autos on the main road outside. I hear sporadic mouse-clicking and keyboard-tapping, mimicking the drizzle outside.

It's a rainy rainy day.

Rummaging

The essence of Graphic design is purple with pink and fluoroscent bubbles and golden vapour. It swirls inside its crystal vial, waiting to break out, to flow and not take the shape of its container.
:From my AGD notes,
(which would mean semester 5, 2007).

Merryn reminded me about this one. My attempt at some dreamy-type writing. Looking at it now, it seems like a strange nailpolish. I think the rest of it makes sense though.

I found lots of other things in this book though, AGD notes that I have no memory of, 3 rants, 2 drawings of Amit Dutta, a lousy portrait of Mridu with all the nicknames we had for her till then, figure sketches of a few people, rgb notes, film language notes, a drawing of SB with all his SB-speaks, a drawing I made at an rgb meeting while sitting at the table under the pest-o-flash, a sketch of Chaplin for a poster in my pre-FIN days and a drawing of leaves above my head at Riverside school-it was drizzling then.

I need to scan some more.

Drifting in a cloud of heat- I

Ten days

with heavy hot air
that covers you like a thick blanket

of sweat and dust
and countless cups of chai.

aamras, maggi
stupid and/or long conversations

the smell of carpet in the airconditioning,
the vaccuum cleaner and the sound of books

watching bubbles drift up to the clouds
and hoping for rain

falling asleep watching
white flowers and rice lights

of many hours dancing garba.

and freedom within these brick walls.

Drifting in a cloud of heat-II

A bike at main gate. Lalu keeps refilling chai.

Melting in the BMW

People spotting in the KMC- Ramdom readers, Suresh taking notes and Akhila working.

A lizard on the rosewood windowframe, that never moved for the longest time.
Graphic Design Studio

Confused.

It's hot.
I have a cold.