Language. Yadaa mind it, wokay.

From whatever residue remains after making irreverant, reckless love to deconstructionist theory, I conclude that language creates obstacles for the mind, hindering the volcanic erruptions of a repository pregnant with a plethora of free flowing ideas. This is precisely why I love disembowling the language, feeding the entrails to frothing canines and finally suspending the carcass from a vantage point of view. I shall do so relentlessly, for the infinite exercise of unshackling my mind is in fact, infinite.

Why persue this futile exercise? Is it in vain hope of winning a discerning audience to be pedestalled by them as a true thinker? I think not. Factually, It is all merely a concoction of frivolous thoughts emanating from an otiose frame of mind.

Turn not away from me, my brethren. It is not loss of sanity that speaketh these words of self searching. Tis a madness growing within from the realization of latent talent impeded severly- amalgamating with the discovery of the same in varying degrees in my colleagues and what can be created from the synergy of the group. The awareness of the quiescent potential is enough to make me weep in dismay, the astonishment of not having uncloaked this energy makes me wanna scream till my sterno-mastoid ruptures. Late it is not, for time divulges nothing till the time for it arrives. I envisage the spawning of an entity of puissance, the coagulation of ideas solidifying into an energy structure. Maketh me a part of that cluster for I ache for it. This lot of us has lots to achieve before we retire into the forests of our personal ambitions.

I'm on my knees, my head turns to the sky and awaits the light to bathe me so I am rid of this plague of expression through a language, awaiting a new method of truely effective dissemination that grasps the hooks of perception of any individual who wishes to connect and in turn has much to offer irrespective of his origin. It is then that we will communicate and communication it it's true form will prevail.

Language. Yadaa mind it, wokay.

From whatever residue remains after making irreverant, reckless love to deconstructionist theory, I conclude that language creates obstacles for the mind, hindering the volcanic erruptions of a repository pregnant with a plethora of free flowing ideas. This is precisely why I love disembowling the language, feeding the entrails to frothing canines and finally suspending the carcass from a vantage point of view. I shall do so relentlessly, for the infinite exercise of unshackling my mind is in fact, infinite.
Why persue this futile exercise? Is it in vain hope of winning a discerning audience to be pedestalled by them as a true thinker? I think not. Factually, It is all merely a concoction of frivolous thoughts emanating from an otiose frame of mind.
Turn not away from me, my brethren. It is not loss of sanity that speaketh these words of self searching. Tis a madness growing within from the realization of latent talent impeded severly- amalgamating with the discovery of the same in varying degrees in my colleagues and what can be created from the synergy of the group. The awareness of the quiescent potential is enough to make me weep in dismay, the astonishment of not having uncloaked this energy makes me wanna scream till my sterno-mastoid ruptures. Late it is not, for time divulges nothing till the time for it arrives. I envisage the spawning of an entity of puissance, the coagulation of ideas solidifying into an energy structure. Maketh me a part of that cluster for I ache for it. This lot of us has lots to achieve before we retire into the forests of our personal ambitions.
I'm on my knees, my head turns to the sky and awaits the light to bathe me so I am rid of this plague of expression through a language, awaiting a new method of truely effective dissemination that grasps the hooks of perception of any individual who wishes to connect and in turn has much to offer irrespective of his origin. It is then that we will communicate and communication it it's true form will prevail.

Needed the dimensions for an illustration I was going to do for Jeevan in Chennai. Here's what I wrote to him:


Subj: yaar I have the weekend but not too long


to work on the tangiblizationalistical aspect of the visualisation of this illustration. The space and time defined will give us a perspective in retrospect to the scenario in question. But for this I need the specifications to frame the thought process so in order to associate imagery with the context in mind to assimilate the graphicalitiousiosity of the projected image in debate. But the work pouring into this exercise; will it pour like hot molten steel in moulds of couldron in a steel plant akin to this process where the combined ideas will melt into the couldron of photoshop and our online intercourse to formulate an image, an idea, a visual, a projection? I ask thee my friend, my bossom buddy, my partner in crime, mon ami... will it? huhuhuhuhuh will it? Look up into the sky of seemless limits for ideas and it may or may not come. Look away from everything and the idea will sit upon your shoulders like a butterfly, a soul harrowed out of its mind to finally settle, to become part of something that was meant to be. The amazement derived from the moment is that it has not yet happened, it has not floated away from its placenta, it has taken seed, it has been conceived. A paradigm shift in ideas will occur when we toy with the space, a defined space. why defined? Defined, confined, arrested spaces make us revolt. To look for escape from those confines is the purpose of the human soul and we must find the key, which is, elements placed strategically in those confines to make it infinite, to give a viewer a world that exists nowhere and everywhere, the pure purpose of art. Bhai mere, dimensions dede... Love you man


I'll give credit where its due. I was listening to John Mayer's 'Clarity' in an endless loop while I hammered this out.

Needed the dimensions for an illustration I was going to do for Jeevan in Chennai. Here's what I wrote to him:

Subj: yaar I have the weekend but not too long

to work on the tangiblizationalistical aspect of the visualisation of this illustration. The space and time defined will give us a perspective in retrospect to the scenario in question. But for this I need the specifications to frame the thought process so in order to associate imagery with the context in mind to assimilate the graphicalitiousiosity of the projected image in debate. But the work pouring into this exercise; will it pour like hot molten steel in moulds of couldron in a steel plant akin to this process where the combined ideas will melt into the couldron of photoshop and our online intercourse to formulate an image, an idea, a visual, a projection? I ask thee my friend, my bossom buddy, my partner in crime, mon ami... will it? huhuhuhuhuh will it? Look up into the sky of seemless limits for ideas and it may or may not come. Look away from everything and the idea will sit upon your shoulders like a butterfly, a soul harrowed out of its mind to finally settle, to become part of something that was meant to be. The amazement derived from the moment is that it has not yet happened, it has not floated away from its placenta, it has taken seed, it has been conceived. A paradigm shift in ideas will occur when we toy with the space, a defined space. why defined? Defined, confined, arrested spaces make us revolt. To look for escape from those confines is the purpose of the human soul and we must find the key, which is, elements placed strategically in those confines to make it infinite, to give a viewer a world that exists nowhere and everywhere, the pure purpose of art. Bhai mere, dimensions dede... Love you man

I'll give credit where its due. I was listening to John Mayer's 'Clarity' in an endless loop while I hammered this out.