Rectangular Pixels: An Absurdist Exploration

This Is a work of fiction; All rights A division At random, Living or dead Educators and librarians, Entirely coincidental, Visit us. Here, there is no pain or suffering Whatever fate consists appropriate In a spirit of play, Become more powerful than any man or God- Indulgence in sensual pleasures. – words from the alternating…

A Song of Silent Things

  The Navarasas, or the 9 moods, arise from the foundation of Indian Aesthetics. These are the basis of emotional experience, and were meant to be universal in nature. Our understanding of them rose FROM nature, from our observations; the colours in the sky, the leaves that fell around us, the smell of the very…

The Song of Sappho: An Illustrated Ballad

Project Proposal The idea is to present Sappho as Rukmini Bhaya Nair saw her, and as I have grown to see her over the past few days; as this figure who caught onto and understood emotion, love, empathy. The contrast of her surroundings (ISIS infested Raqqa) as well as the nature of her object will…

Meditation Blues

A series of minimalistic art and poetry done over days of letting ideas germinate.

I Never Said

There is a sentence, in English, which means 7 different things based on the word you decide to stress upon, and if you think english is a funny language, you’re going to find this relationship downright hilarious. Here goes – *I*never said she stole my heart, but a hundred thousand four hundred and eighty three…

The Hard Drug Kind of Mistake

The very first day I made the hard-drug kind of mistake, a 17-year old boy looked at a pill and thought of his illness, like symptoms and disease, where the only thing that’s logical is medicine for the sick, and euthanasia for the too weak and the pill that he seeked was bound to work…

Falling Apart in Silence

  Transcript: There’s nothing loud about the ways in which a home falls apart. There are no.. bricks falling, protection helmets, well-planned demolition crews on their way, this isn’t the story of a cleanly executed erasing of memories, because the way in which a home falls apart sounds like wet, soft cotton being pulled apart….

The Anatomy Of A Memory

Utility. Accessibility. Context. Interactions. All of these are elements that designers use as templates in order to design a place out of a space. But on closer observation, it becomes evident that these form only the upper tier in a two-tier process of such a transformation occurring. What’s underneath –  leading this process, shaping this…

The Paradox

This, is a pencil. A casing of fine timber around a little stick of lead, it’s dead. It lacks life and has no choice in what happens to it- a slackening of decision brought about by the death of that which was once alive and now encases that lead which was dead to begin with….

Chains

The Conformist Aware of the fact that he’s bound in chains, he’s also aware of the fact that he has the power to break them. But this is one who believes in the design of the system, letting the chains bind themselves stronger around him, till he can barely move and they’re choking what little…