Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Wish 2012 apocalypse does indeed happen

Off late each morning has been somewhat of a nightmare continued from a perfect dreamy sleep. In fact, it feels so much better to be asleep than wake up to this ridiculous nightmare of a world. Closer home, each day begins with a string of bad news, and how?

What's going on in India these days? The newspapers bring about a string of bad bad news that gets worse by each passing day. Someone wants to forcefully teach marathi to a bunch of middle-aged taxi guys in 40 days, some minister wants to bring in a genetically modified brinjal into our kitchens, news and entertainment channels go on supporting commercialism to the ends of the world. From reality shows that show Indian women to be essentially either scheming or weak sobbing nymphs, to others that show how your partner is screwing around behind your back (obviously) to sports people being chased over how many skirts they chased and laid, India, and the world, is becoming a statistic of numbers - of deaths, of perversion, of supposed immorality, of harsh opinions, of radically aggressive policies, of marginalization, of deprivation, of greed, of selfishness, of commercial craving to the extent of forgetting one's self.

The list goes on and on. Add to it, the egoistic management that sits atop the country's ivory towers, watching the masses writhe and trample each other, as the carrot of "success and fame and popularity" goes on to be dangled in front of their mouths, while the ravenous freaks below snap at each other, tearing flesh from flesh, murdering whatever little honesty they possess - forgetting that they were born men and women of utmost purity and character, once upon a time.

It's saddening to see that those who say they've grown have only just become smaller with each passing day. We want what's on the other guy's table, we want what's outside of our reach, and this is sometimes falsely labelled ambition.

I have no problems with success and chasing one's ambition. But how aggressively can we chase our pseudo-dreams? In the race to be bigger, faster, stronger, more oppressive, not everyone realizes that it;s the spirit that shrinks inch by inch until one day there's a wake-up call and you realize that all of this just didn't matter. When there are no friends, no lovers, no one to hold your head and give you a last sip of water before you close your eyes and go back to wherever you came from.

2010 started with a bang. And for all the 2012 skeptics, i would like to say just read between the lines of what's happening NOW. Because the apocalypse doesn't come down at once. Shiva, Yama and Our lord the saviour won't appear to collectively destroy what they made. They are here amongst us - in the Haiti quake, in the plane crashes, in the train crashes, in the genetic brinjal that will come whether we like it or not, in the newest bomb thats being built somewhere in the world. I hate when people say disasters have opened their eyes to what's important in life. For them, i have 5 words - fuck you and your forgetfulness. It's human alright to forget the bad, but what's important is to keep the lessons learnt for a lifetime. But sadly enough, no one remembers, or calls the few who touch this little knowledge with their solar plexus, crazy! Nature is giving us all the signs right here, right now. And wish she'd just take away all that she has given us, when the purported date arrives. We are not worthy of this. And some of us who are, have to pay for someone's sins. That's a small price for having enjoyed so much here. So long, and thanks for all the fish!




Sunday, September 20, 2009

Bangalore Blues

Off late, I've taken to choosing my font much before I start typing something. It can be seen as a peculiarity that I take atleast 45 minutes to get the right font and make it appear at the right size before I even start ranting about what's good, bad and ephemeral in our state of lives. This is Georgia, for instance, and I've used it many times in my stories and sections sent across to magazines. I like it.

So, now that that's done, let's get on with the blogging bit.

It's a cool breezy day - a Sunday - in Bangalore. Having been sloshed, hungover, dumped and ripped by alcohol, a motley crew of buzz out chemics and some general revelry bordering on hyperactive paranoia, it's a relaxed day where there's not any shoot, i've had lunch and am looking forward to a soothing time with a spliff and some movies begging to be watched. Maybe I shall watch Pan's Labyrinth or some action gut-buster mindless flick.

Just realised that this blog has been dormant since fuckin' June! And so many things have happened since then. But amongst the highlights: a) freelance scenes here only got worse (b) two lovely friends got married in the Himalayas (c) we snooped around in Raw country (d) had my first domestic flight in like 24 years and continue to do do.. :) (e) walked freely in the world's biggest rainforests in Malaysian Borneo (f) got over my fear of hookers (g) realized that some friends are not really friends but jealous bastards preying on all that you share (h) also realized that somehow me and Simar are just meant to be living together (i) shot a video on HD (j) had a first ever photo exhibition at Kyra, Bangalore on Sep 4 with Parachute XVI (k) redisovered the straight-forward, non-malicious nature of most friends here (l) reaffirmed that I can space and base myself in any given little space (m) that I'm more of a spiritual Gonzo than a doped out dimwit (k) that now is the time to expand infinitely and lastly, (l) that life is beautiful and uncomplicated unless you want to make it that way.

Anyways, more posts later on. Gotta go. This keyboard sucks anyways, and it's taking the joy out of typing fluidly on this lovely-serifed Georgia.

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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

travel photography website - www.parikshitrao.com

After a real long time, finally put up my online folio - www.parikshitrao.com. This shows my work as an Indian travel photographer, after two whole years of backpacking in India, Nepal, Bhutan and Sri Lanka. Awesome countries, I hope awesome pictures too.

Throughout my journey, I met some very good people and some highly annoying ones as well. In two years, we backpacked across the Himalayas - from India to Nepal to Bhutan and back. Check out the travel galleries at www.parikshitrao.com/galleries/travel/

All along we also did some major work, working with travel magazines and all our clients while being on the move. One of the most memorable ones was with Rolling Stone, where we gave the material almost 6 months later than schedule. But then, one cannot lament about these things when you're living in splendidly remote himalayan places with no net or phone connections. Some of the musicians I shot in India can be seen here

www.parikshitrao.com/galleries/people/

Now am in Bangalore and all is well. I'm still working with a lot of magazines, and I still am itching to go travelling. Sometime at the end of this month, will be heading off to Uttaranchal for some average treks, connect spiritually with the world again, and basically be with my lady love.

Over and out!

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Sunday, March 02, 2008

Been there, Done that, and Bought the T-shirt!


Tuesday, February 26, 2008

GALLERY

This is my first, hopefully it works.

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This is my first web photo gallery. Hopefully it works!

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

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A Handful of Lunar Dust anyone?

After a crazy rickshaw drive in which we saw, first-hand, the geography of Rajasthan after dark, Harish (risk driver) and we reached Ramgarh Jheel... location of Moondust 2006 - India's first 5-day trance festival!

White spotlights pierced the black, frozen sky around that deserted road. Slight strains of music seeped through the still night. A lone foreigner sat on a chair beside a chai shop, lit by one tungsten bulb, smoking whatever he had brought or acquired here. Few vehicles passed on that road. Whatever did, were making a dive into the main scene. Foreigneron ka party, it was called.

Ode to the Past

I'll start off from where I left off last time and move on from there forward. So that all of the crazy last year and the first few crazy days of the new one are typed, published, locked and stashed away in gargantuan cyberspace. For ever. Well.....may be for ever. Till When? Can u say?

Goa was where we celebrated Babboo's birthday. August 13, 2006. Had a good bit of fun but couldn't find any parties. However, the waves lapped at our feet withing close range on an eerie night and left us bundled in our room at Sai Prasad, Anjuna. That was the highlight of August.

September came and brought with it a crazy end to the rains, the anticipation of Diwali and a return trip to the mountains. She was already there. At Pinku's Palace in Kasol. I was caught in these attendance schedules and weekly rosters in this glitzy, RGB-lit bored room! But I guess the power of nature and one's basic inclination towrads the object of its desire is greater than any fucking corporation or desk-slave job. Feigned some family's death and made off. 35 hours of an ardous journey in the Ferozepur Janta saw me in Delhi. Got drunk with a Brit-American living in mid-USA at Spirits, CP. Hopped aboard a bus and veered off that same road where the air reeks of sensuos pine, the moisture of the river clings to your nose and everything looks just the way God had made it and man has decided not to meddle around much with this - Kasol.

At Pinku's, met Tsering (well, here was ANOTHER one). From Ladakh, Tsering just deals in small reatsurants, cafes and returns home only in the summers. When the wind blows cold and the sun don't shine that long, he heads off to Goa. Just like all the smarties. How I just love this country!!

Monsoon days were simply great in Kasol. All you ever did was drink chai, roll, wear warm clothes, explore the nearby bushes for mushrooms and visit the occassional waterfall. And what a waterfall it was! Shrugging off my complacency and getting my ass there was the best thing. I loved her more than ever for that.

October brought with it an anticipation of MoonDust in Rajasthan. Diwali happened and she left for Delhi and I, again, went away (but this time!) with Bunny to where else..? Here we come Goa, brace yourself! Travelling with Bunny was one weird scene. We lived in an uber-cool guesthouse near Candolim (very nice) and the first day were up there for the "10 to 10 scene" at Curlies. Quite honestly, I didn't have such an explosive & great trip with Bunny as I expected. It was good, it was fun. But felt slightly constrained by and restrained some times...actually, quite a few times. Or may be I just have developed this great connectiong with Simar so I can't really take anyone else's ways of travelling, walking free, roaming the countryside or taking a vacation....whatchamacallit! Also here, Leonardo Da Vinci created his anatomical masterpiece on 4 blobs of board paper and quietly slipped into my pocket. We left on Oct 30 for Rajasthan.

November was a Cracker! Began with a departure from the city to the breezy, vivid corners of Jaipur. Got conned right at the station, when the rickshaw guy took us all over tha place and got us a room right opposite the railway station.

Moondust? Well, a trance festival couldn't get any better than that. Awesome location, ripping music, loads of SPACE, desert sand, moon.... (even the venue was right under the moon!)...! First night was like being in a jungle maze looking for that elusive pearl. Rode along in a crazy rickshaw on a wintry night and found the place after seeing half the countryside.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Sunshine of my life

Yesterday was supposed to be just another weekend. We had no plans....there was nothing to do. At the most, we would have met over dinner. Instead, it ended up being a better-than-before weekend.

A long, long time ago, I can still remember, a small piece of paper and a few flakes of sugar ignited a million thoughts and put into motion less than a thousand actions. Feet moved, eyes roved, brains swirled and tongues turned. And this was just me.

Many months later, yesterday, the small cubes made way into the system once again. Eyes roved, feet moved, arms flayed and the entire shrunken space began to contract into this one lil' person in front of me.

Sunshine - warm, cosy, nice, comfortable, and sweet.

My lil' sunshine on sunshine. Happy and composed. A ripping trip through tunnels, funnels and a maze of roads lit up with dazzling neon rays.

Fountains sprouted. Spirals diverted downward.

In the arm-wide expanse of state and the delicate stone about to tip it over, notes ringing through it brought to life the tink spocks floating all around. Fingers reached out to touch them. Then, the notes stopped.

An hour later, things weren't all the same.

Music is so important. It facilitates the careful passing-over of sanity though the zipping vortex of colours, senses and all that one can feel, being a part of the Great Wide Open.

It's been a good one. Just that. Good.

Next time, I guess we reach the highest point.

"If you think you're dying, don't believe yourself....nothing's wrong....don't worry...it's just some bad acid flowing around..." - Spokesperson at Woodstock (1969)