A painting by Jagdish Swaminathan in some art magazine caught my eye. I have tried my hand at creating something similar.Hope you like it.
Rust and Ice may take a long break, for there are some issues to be taken care of. Do revisit the archives in the mean time. Ciao.
About the picture: My friend Varun Reddy has given me some amazing photographs and therefore contributed massively to the R&I inventory। Below is one such photograph. The monument is in Lucknow, some place near the Imam Bara I guess (got to confirm though!). GIMP 2 has a wonderful tool to seamlessly tile and merge a given pic or area. That saves of lot of working with the layers. I used a lot of color and curves editing and a li'l bit of clonestamp tool too.
Courtesy: Varun Reddy
Talking of Varun and Lucknow, there is another friend of mine Varun Jethwani, who as I write this post, is happily getting enganged in Lucknow. All the best buddy. Sorry could not turn up for the event.
When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience
Back to poetry after a long time. A bunch official letters to university officials somehow managed to spur some creativity.
Meanwhile I vow to finish Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintenance in my train journey to Bangalore which involves a five hour stopover at Dadar (Mumbai). Was long overdue. Plus, I have to start The Kite Runner. Therefore I'd like to finish everything before I do that. Then there is Monica Ali's Brick lane which I read till halfway about three years back. Need to finish that sometime this year. Jhabwala's Heat and Dust is stuck at page 28 since long.
Have I professed my love for Woody Allen's works. I haven't seen Annie Hall yet. Longing to see that too.
So when life gets back on track there is lots of catching up to do.
Have I seen the last of you
Or should I bank on fate
To make you appear before me
Before 'tis too late.
For the ghosts are too many now,
Too many echoes of, words unsaid,
And this heavy soul, sweetheart,
Is tired of being afraid.
This time let me say it all.
This time let me make it up to you.
My vacuous pride wont come in way
Of the apologies that I owe you.
Alcohol is running in my veins,
Smoke has pervaded all the way
Into this wretched heart of mine,
Which lies in various stages of decay.
Come to me and stem this rot
This time we would set things right
Come my Dawn, bring me to life,
And rescue me from this long dark night.
Chintan Vinod Shinde
Posts
All Comments
