PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

Hey, One morning you get up and realise that you’re not obliged to be nice to the world. Not obliged to wish good morning or smile at your neighbour, or pass the ball of those cute annoying kids that came your way and could have hit you in the head, or listen to your colleagues’ lame, repetitive jokes that make no sense to you (o what if the world is cracking up, I don’t wanna smile dude leave alone laugh…u suck). Yes these are the days you walk with a frown on your brow and it actually does you good. These are the days when am not waiting for some ‘fun’ time with my ‘friends’ in the evening, but jus waiting so desperately for the pink trees to bloom, so desperately that it makes me stand beneath them and ask ‘why wont you bloom, you fucking god dammed thing?’ ‘You make me cry, bloom for bloody holy sake’ and then you wonder how crazy is that? Is it dangerous? But who cares? Nobody is even watching. The lane so dark….the dogs are asleep, the shops are closed. And suddenly you find

It jus had to be this way, it has always been this way and I don’t see a reason as to why it should change. What the hell are you talking about?  My life!  What's wrong with your life NOW? Me! Ahhh then its just fine Its no joke man, am not kidding!!!! You always say that and then you’re only the one trying to look for the open door and make a dive at it. And when am finally out and the door shuts behind me……….  The party starts Exactly and it’s not just any party……… It’s THE party. I know man stop telling me things I already know  Stop making mistakes you’ve already made…not once but millions of time These days I feel my life itself is a big mistake…..was I born wrong? Wrong what?  I don’t know, like inside out or upside down, or wrong gender, or wrong parents or………  Shut the fk up and lemme see what we can do Thanks man , you are the one I was jus talking about what we can do to PASS DA DAY. Hmmmmmmmmmm. that’ll do great too  How did you end up in this shit

My 3 rd digital painting but, 1 st on Photoshop. When you have a job but no work in an ad agency it’s a boon unless you know how to make use of your free time. Yup I just learnt what those weird looking blotchy brushes can create. So am kinda happy being jobless at a job. Am lovin it, exploring what more can I do......... You say' god gimmi some life' life says' god gimmi some time'........................cheers to life

A month ago I wrote the title of this blog and kept it aside (see why most things I do have no real title,   coz u make a title, sound ambitious yet never get back to it). Anyways now I have the time and willingness to return. When you live in a house for straight 15 yrs and then shift, it’s sad, irritating and annoying and sad, and sad again. Last month or before that, I really don’t remember but somewhere in the beginning of this year, I and mom went to our old house to get something we had left behind. I was pretty excited as that was the 1 st time I was gonna go there since shifting. It was a highly disappointing visit. Now there are a few things you need to know about my old house. It was a modest one bedroom, one hall and one kitchen, wait… AND ONE GARDEN house. The garden was probably as big as the entire house or may be bigger than the entire house (or that’s probably how only I saw it). It was every thing to me; I grew up more in the garden than in the house. It was

I have a weird attraction towards old broken structures. Some times i think am i the only one? But am not n i know this from the pictures and art work i see in a lotta magazines and internet. But is my attraction limited to the picturesque ability of the structures? There is an old broken house on my way to home. Every time i see it i have this urge of getting off my bus and exploring it. There is this old building on the way to my native and i have had the same urge, i remember it as clear as if am standing in front of it although i visit my native twice or so a year and see that building for a fraction of a second. So may be for a few seconds every year. There is some thing about these structures that fascinate me, it seems like they have a story to tell, of their patience, of their strength that came from witnessing all the worldly consequences. But some times they are just pretty to look at.  I know you don’t understand when i say ‘pretty’. They are broken, old and covere

The best thing about rains is how the nature flourishes in it. The same route that my bus takes every day looks like a brand new place. And my jobless mind starts making conversations to another, probably equally jobless mind of mine. All my childhood fantasies come back to life so vividly n my head that I feel almost confident enough to make a movie that will beat avatar.  If you ask me to describe the feeling that these deep greens and electric greens instill in me…..i would tell you to imagine how that mysterious mesmerizing maiden made the saint on his way to chastitised salvation feel.  Yes that’s exactly how I feel; it takes my breath away n if it were possible to overcome my human limitations I would leap out of my bus window n fly over that green carpet.  Trees tat look like a forked hand of a witch now look like someone poured green slime on it and all the forked fingers are now held together underneath.  It’s crazy, the pain it causes in my heart, the distance is u