Flightplan

The above painting is a Picasso classic called The Old Guitarist. Look closely at the image and you will find a faint outline of a woman painted on the background. Legend has it that Picasso started out painting a picture of an old lady in a sitting position, bit later changed his mind and drew the skewered neck area of the man in the image. Now touted as one of the most progressive and advanced works of the maestro, it also was a precursor to the Cubism era.

As for me, I adore this particular painting. One of the main reasons being the almost doppleganger aura that the picture of the old lady seems to exude, but in a very calming fashion. Eerie, but nice.

And Hemant is going to land early tomorrow morning in Bangalore. He's been away for about 4 months now. The BOD shall be reunited again. Robin's back already. Looking forward to an emancipating next weekend. I'm kinda pumped. It's good to be among friends again, among people who know you as you are and not as they want you to be.

To good times everybody.

In Situ. And Tempering.

Back to where we belong eh? Work is not throwing much tantrums, so taking an easier week into my veins. Went all the way to KR Puram to get some much needed sustenance. Been listening to a new band (he he) called Brand New. Amazing single called 'Jesus Christ', and getting back to one of me favorite artistes.. Mike Patton, of erstwhile Faith No More, now fronts Tomahawk. And then there's John Stainer drumming his ass off on Battles' debut album. Listen to alternative music, you mushyheads. Wont say it will give you perspective, but it wont atleast not give you no perspective. There.

2 comments received at work. During a group activity at work, we all were asked to devise an act/activity that we would like another individual to perform. I knew that most peole would end up with the same 'sing/dance' routine. I went a little different. 3 walls of the rooms were dotted with square holes in a grid of 20x6. So my plan read: 'Count the number of square holes on the room walls'. And the very generous female sitting next to me touted: 'That is so pseudo-intellectual!!'. Upon prodding a bit more, her definition of pseudo-intellectual was unearthed.. Anything and everything that people don't/won't understand, is pseudo-intellectual. So much for literature, art, science and everythig under the stars.

The second comment ?? That I'm a hottie. Dyamn, 2 years too late.


Seven mirrors. Seven days to peer into.
Seven ropes to choose from.
Seven pairs of shoes I gave away. Yesterday.
Seven steps to the next floor.

Four is my number in crime.
My palms have no digits when dusks enters the sky.
The four seasons rush away. If only the stayed.
Remember the seven pairs I gave away?
I treasured four of them. Till yesterday.

Rid the lawn of the weeds that proliferate.
The continents slide and create mountains, don't they?
Giant, gargantuan mountains. And deep oceans to swim in.
I never liked the frigid waters you inhabit.
I bathed only twice, but quenched a thirst a thousand times.

3 faces that oversee evolution.
Those 3 millenia I survived in clay moulds with glass eyes.
3 suns I have seen set in as many hues.
I need a lunar warmth this time.