ISHITA!

i checked out the directions from where i'm staying to palo alto and guess what! only 20 miles away baby!

genres.

as i was making a booklist for the library, my cousin asked me what kind of books i liked to read, what genres. ++++++++ i made no complete sentences. i could not pin-point words! ======== here i am in the land of stereotypes, not being able to defend my tastes and choices well enough with words. i'm in a lot of trouble my friends.

here's something horrible to watch.

Carrot Eaters!
Would you believe this, there is wireless internet on my Greyhound bus?
Wow!
So am off to Boston tonight,
Leaving the beautiful beautiful Montreal behind *sob*
Its the BEST city in the world.
I am seriously considering moving here for sometime in my life..

Well, US of A, here I come!

How are you two doing? And where be you?
Sindhu - LA between the 14th-18th!?
Let me know.

KISSES.

Panic.

How better should i express how i feel?! 

love yous.

Send me a picture of you.

What do you look like right now?

do nots.

I hate being a tourist.

avani!

i watched this movie called journey to the stars. the technology! and the images.. oh, i was teary eyed by the end of it. all you can see around you are the stars and the planets, swirling around and making you dizzy with awe. can you BE LIEVE we live in space. we live IN it!

roar.

Drummers Galore!

I had the best sunday in a long long time. The TamTams is this drum circle festival, where hundreds of people get together with all sorts of percussion instruments every sunday through the months of summer in this large park, and Jam. There are people dancing, playing music and chilling out. It was out of the world, literally. I cant tell you just how much i missed you two, and Gautam. I took all these pictures only to show you how much fun it was :) We have to come here together sometime.

you guys HAVE TO watch exit through the gift shop.

it sucks to be under 21 in this country but the fuck buttons helped me out by having a show this evening that was 18+. i can't begin to tell you number of coincidences i've been having. or the number of turkish people i've met so far, haha.

tomorrow: queens!

-S.

p.s. i feel lighter when i'm talking to either of you. it is goldens.

In the waiting area between the security check zone and the escalator, there was a crowd of people i had never seen before. there were so many different kinds of faces that had so many different expressions on them, that for a bit I was stupidly looking around, and i forgot to move ahead in the queue.
There were babies, of all sizes and shapes and colours, some with their mums, some with dads, some with people who weren't with their mums or dads.
one started getting a little uncomfortable after she was stuffed roughly into her stroller by someone who looked like her dad, and she started wailing. Very soon, all the kids caught on, and one by one started throwing tantrums and crying their lungs out.
The place was chaotic.
They were all so uncomfortable and hot and angry that it didn't take long for them to catch the resonance.
They must've all sensed the suspended time in that still room.
I wanted to wail too, I was tired and hungry and anxious to get into my next flight.
But alas.
The downpoints of growing up.

dear you.

i've been here for a little less than a day, and already i feel a little out of sorts and uncomfortable in this space. its just so different and so engineered that i tend to look at it in a negative light. of course, all i've done is taken a small drive to drop my nephew to his daycare/summer school (where he hung onto my cousin's legs and cried and cried because he didn't want to go) and apart from that i've been at home while it rained outside. it's a little too quiet here. i need some more time to get into the gwoove.

i won't have my kids here, atleast for now.

i miss you, more than when i did when i was home. i agree with avani, this blog makes me feel closer to world which i know and like. hugs.

Are Waffles a bad idea at 2 am?

Hunger.

Musée des beaux-arts de Montréal

I went to the fine-arts museum today. The most exotic display they have are these beautiful African masks. This is in particular I found very intriguing. Thought I'd share with you. I was curious as to why a museum all the way in Montreal would host these. Then I found out that were gifted to the museum by the guy who started the Cirque du Soleil, Monsieur Guy Laliberté. There is a cirque show running here, but the tickets are just a little over 300$. Phew, I wish I had saved money last semester! Anyway, coming back to museums, I think i want to become a museum curator.. :) 

The summer air is beautiful here. I spend my days walking/cycling, sitting on park benches, reading, singing. One afternoon we did a picnic in one the large parks, ate sandwiches, looked at the sun reflected through the still pond water and contemplated things of the outer space. Spending time with dad after such a long time is fun, we have lots to talk about. Couple of days back I sprained my foot, and ignored the pain in my excitement to do things. And plus my shoes werent meant for all the crazy amounts of walking i have been doing. But its pretty bad now, so have been under house arrest! Which means i am stuck to this stupid computer, with not much to do! 

Bises,

me

I am suffering from some superficial identity complex today!

Actually as i am beginning to write I already feel much better. Somehow writing to you guys already makes me so much more at home, its comforting retrieving to this space. 

This urban landscape, is getting to me. I need spaces which are more organic, less manicured. The question I ask myself often is whether I would be happy living in a country outside of my own?

dear avan and swindy,

i am here,
not there still.
but will leave tomorrow.
first there will be a car. I think it takes me to mumbai.
then there will be a plane, then another.
then there will be a home which i haven't seen ever, filled with people i haven't seen in over two years, and one little person i haven't seen at all.

i am here, still, writing to you.
i hope i land safely.

all my love,
ink

slurrrp

summers are for jumping on cupcakes into splashy rawmango glasses.

new places make me feel like a new person. it's so physical, so sensual that i cannot photograph or do anything expressive for a long time afterwards. this is the kind of person i am, i hope you realize. love to you, i feel like i know you for long :)

wish i had my trusty final cut pro right now.

Love Chicago, LOVE O'Hare. This is a rough cut of some stuff i filmed. Currently working on the sound.

the title always comes last, and i just remembered, there was a major drug bust in on the freeway in cali, like in the movies.

ladies!

how are you? my days in the US have almost added up to a week now. surprisingly or not so surprisingly, the first thing i asked when i got here too was, where is everybody. but i've come a long way from there (yours truly is now posing questions like, what would it take for me to live on clearance counter wine and gasoline). anyhow, chicago was nothing less than mindblasting. i fell in LOVE with that city like nothing before it. something was germinating in the windy air because i did not want to leave. from the airport to the appearance of the cs tower from amidst the clouds (the unfolding of which made me think about the great tower of mordor), to this art video that was so supremely poetic that it made me want to get and back and start making films already, to henri fucking matisse and some van gogh that made me wet my pants a little.. ok, no verbal diarrhoea here, some things have to be told in person. georgetown, and consequently, DC, is brilliant. the weather is salubrious, and the people are too. tomorrow morning i'm going kayakking in the body of water that exists here (the name of which i do not know). i am excited. today, i scaled possibly the steepest escalator in the whole fucking world. it is positively scary. other than that i am having raspberries for dinner as i write. RASPBERRIES! i forgot they were this fizzy. children, i'm having a crazy time. i should write a whole other post about the people i've met so far. but that's another day.

oh, and this is what my digicam decided to do today. lovely little ixus.

love and raspberry kisses to you both,

swindle.

p.s. travelling alone means i can have a ball with my fake accents game (think guard, surrealism and british accent).

p.p.s. i took some interesting video footage that i will share soon.

Empty.

Thats the first word that comes to my head.
There are very few people in this part of the world.

Downtown at 5 in the evening.
And because we are in the northern latitudes, the light dose not change, almost all day long. The sun does not go up, it just goes around the horizon. There is sunlight from 5 in the morning until 9 at night.

Belongings

 I found these, his old specs from when he my age. He collects things for memories.. too.

Waiting at CDG

the reason i won't have any pictures of that kelpy airport until july.

courtesy vinny and sendoor.

muru

i'm loving being with my cousins but i miss my brother. the circle is incomplete. there isn't anyone to smirk to about the curly R's and nasal O's in words like xerox. i found these pictures on my computer by accident, i think he forgot to delete them. joy!

Au revoir

Be happy safe conscious carefree unserious meandering compassionate obscure playful metrical poetic sprited kaleidoscopic lyrical musical loud peaceful alone hectic strange and full of.

Love,
Avans

heterogenous mixtures.

call me old fashioned but the first thing i ask someone when i go to a new place is, what's the weather been like. not for lack of conversation but because the air is genuinely the first thing i want to know about a place. then, the saddest thing about airports, for me, has to be that they are completely air conditioned, and hence, have no leeway for sampling international air. that's why i made it a point to sneak a little gust from the side door of the aerobridge thingie. HONG KONG'S AIR SMELLS OF KELP. or what i imagine to be the smell of kelp anyway. from all the aromatherapy products we've been told to believe in.

so, yeah, kelp.

and one thing lead to another and for some reason i was thinking of the words kimono and komodo. and they've coloured my image of hong kong forever now. it's strange, but makes sense in my head. the misty mountains in the distance, the jade coloured water, the marquee that says it's 24 degrees outside. everything is mixing so nicely, gaseously even.

okay, dragonair is about to depart now. love from hongkong!

Dear Ink and Swindy

Lovely Pictures Ink,
I love train journeys.
So meditative,
so poetic.

Swindy,
How was your million hour flight?
Whats the weather like in sunny california?

I have spent the week meeting various crafts people in Ahmedabad.
Its amazing how rich Gujarat is in hand crafted fabrics and products.
We must spend some of SAN 301 time here.
love.

madhya rail

there's nothing more to say.
so look outside.

madhya rail

to avani, with love.

46 you say? that's disgusting. here, have some of this. gag.

Ahmedabad is 46C

the stale summer air
the stale summer air
the stale summer air
the stale summer air

Sigh.

Six whole days before i leave.
I hope i dont melt or shrivel up or worse, die of boredom and heat before that.

I got my American Visa, Netherlands still to come.

My travel agent in Bombay, Rizwan Bhai
He says he gets about 1000 passports everyday,
in the last 10 years, he hasnt lost a single passport.
Hope mine isnt the first.

the unserious living of life.

my grandparents think about death in the nicest possible ways.

the dreamers.

I found these pictures buried somewhere in the depths of my computer. 

I cant seem to remember what you were doing, or where they are from. 

But the poetics of these pictures is incredible. 

sick

7 days to go before i leave for the states and my body's doing it again :(