Where's Humanity Leading To?

The clock just struck midnight, one more minute and it's a Sunday morning. I couldn't sleep so I opened my Dad's Anthology and read some of his old poems and they actually made me happy, on the inside. They are so eloquently written and beautiful too. If I could be half the writer he is I would be more than satisfied. That would remind me that my life is after all not a total waste.

In one his poems entitled, 'The Saviour and The Saved'  he ended with a doubt: 'Where's humanity leading to?' That's what I want to discuss in this post.

Now, I don't mean to say that everything I say is the truth. Some may agree and some may not, but I'm just relating to reality and where it is taking us. Humanity, the people inhabiting earth, so to speak, first of all has no humanity at all. Secondly,...they still have no humanity. It's pains me to see how the world is so driven by media these days. The love is gone. Everyone has a middle class materialistic view. Take the example of the ipod for instance. No doubt it's one of the greatest inventions, but people are starting to care more for  the ipod and less for the music. It's more of a status symbol. What I mean to convey here is that people are focusing on the wrong matter all of the time, myself included, and it is sad that we can't do anything about it. Now, coming back to the question of 'Where's humanity leading to?' I say that it's leading us to nowhere. That is where we are heading.


Funny Feelings

When I was small I wanted freedom. Freedom to do what I want, freedom from parents , freedom to watch late night TV, freedom to skip school, freedom to come back home late at night. I got older and my wishes came true, slowly, one after the other. And for a moment or two it seemed everything was going as I wanted.

Then one night I went to bed and I just couldn't fall asleep. I lay there trying to manufacture dreams and suddenly I realized that I was missing the comfort of my parents arms around me, when they used to tuck me in bed when I was a child. That instant I wished I were a child again; I longed to be a child again.

Maybe growing up is not a good idea. I'm old now and live alone, I can't even ask my parents to hold me now when I can't sleep even though I want it. Life is really funny.You want something one day and when you get it you realize its not what you really want.

They say, 'you never know what you really want until you're 45, and when you get it you're too old to use it'. Maybe that's how life works folks.



Another one of my early drawings from about five years ago.



Life's hard right? There are so many beautiful people around us and we don't want to disappoint them. That is what makes life difficult because they are the ones who makes our life beautiful too. I honestly don't know where I am going from here. I've never known. But families and friends I'll always love them wherever I am, wherever they are. Everything will be alright then.



I drew this one afternoon around five years ago . I was just flipping through some of Dad's old novels and this was one of the novel's cover. It struck me somehow and I decided to draw it.



This is a song by Jack Johnson entitled 'Belle'. I really like how he uses 5 different languages in this remarkably short lyrics.The following are the original lyrics as well as the translation which I believe is true to the best of my knowledge.

Oi Lienda
Bella que fa?
Bonita, bonita que tal?
But belle
Je ne comprends pas français
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way

1: Hello, beautiful. (portuguese)
2: Beautiful, what are you doing? (italian)
3: Beautiful, beautiful, how are you? (spanish)
4: I do not understand French (french)
5: So you'll have to speak to me (english)
6: In some other way. (english)


Divine Comedy

Blake's depiction of Dante's Divine Comedy. Another masterpiece.


Keep Smiling

I couldn't go to sleep and so here I am, again. I have changed a bit lately, I'm insomniac and I can't think  positively anymore, at the moment I'm frustrated with the whole system around which my life revolves.

Ever night no mater how sleepy I am, the moment I hit the pillow my journey to my future life begins and I'd be wide awake again. Just like tonight. Future life?? With the situation I'm in right now future seems to be nothing but DOOM.

It seems like everyone's moving on except me. But no mater how frustrated I am inside, the moment I meet someone I smile, its involuntary and it bothers a lot of people because they always ask,'Why are you always smiling?' and I just smile back to their question.


I Can Change The World, With My Own Two Hands

The biggest man made catastrophe of the modern world, 'deforestation' has taken a huge toll on the environment. Statistics have revealed that by year  2030 only 10% of the the present forest will be left. The following shows the irreparable changes that has happened all over the world:

  • In Nigeria 81% of its original forest cover is now permanently lost.

  • The tropical rainforests of Brazil are less by 90-95%.

  • The forests of Central America are down by two-thirds lowlands, since 1950.

  • Countries like India, Mexico, Philippines, Thailand, Indonesia, Bangladesh, Myanmar, China, Sri Lanka, the Congo and Ghana have lost much more than 50% of their rainforest cover.

  • Harvesting of forest cover has left Afghanistan with a little over 25% forests throughout the country
In countries like Haiti this deforestation is having a really adverse effect on the people and the economy .

So let us all take a moment and think to ourselves what we can do to contribute to tackle this issue.
After all our arms are for hugging, and not cutting down trees.


Heaven Turning A Compass

One of my favorite poet, William Blake's profound painting of God with a compass drawing a circle has a lot more meaning to it than just being an outstanding piece of art.


To All The Lonely People

 I want to thank my Dad who introduced me to this song back when I was still in school.

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came

Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

 ~ The Beatles (Eleanor Rigby)


A Thing We Just Gotta Do

I know its a trending topic nowadays: all this environmental crisis issues going on right now. Probably people are even tired of hearing it. But, but!!! it's a major problem, and everyone has  got to face it sooner or later. So like it or not I'm gonna talk a bit about The Crisis.

It's all about being sensible. Only our senses can help us fight this 21st century global crisis. I know solving a problem like this, which is of a mammoth proportion is beyond the help of a single individual but each of us can contribute our little best to save this place we call HOME. Solving this can only be achieved by a global connected effort, involving the Governments of all nations. But that being said, the individual actions of everyday people are still very crucial, probably the most important. The only way I believe to tackle this problem is to break down the problem into manageable bits.

People can start by reducing their carbon footprints as much as possible. Park your cars and dust off those old bicycles, take walks and enjoy what nature has to offer to the best. After all this is our home, our only HOME.


The Saint

Once in a while people need to be reminded what they really are. 
I believe this picture retells a story long forgotten by the society.



Today is 10-10-10, October 10th, 2010. Some have even started calling it 'Global Binary Day'. This leads us to only one question ; 'Are we ready for a change?'

Frankly speaking I don't know the answer.Well for me, I look at  the numbers 101010 and I see a picture. The world is spinning faster than ever. Lets just hope that all deeds targeted for 10-10-10 be done.


When There's Love, Immortal Art Is Born

               Jean-Léon Gérôme (French, 1824–1904)
               Pygmalion and Galatea
               ca. 1890


Gandhi’s Top 10 Fundamentals for Changing the World

So lets move on...

1. Change yourself.
2. You are in control.
3. Forgive and let it go.
4. Without action you aren’t going anywhere.
5. Take care of this moment.
6. Everyone is human.
7. Persist.
8. See the good in people and help them.
9. Be congruent, be authentic, be your true self.
10. Continue to grow and evolve.

The Willow Trees

      I just watched a movie today, 'The Boy In The Stripped Pajamas' and it reminded me again of the Holocaust and with that brought back memories of Anne Frank. A sad movie, a sad history of the human race. I still find it hard to believe how people can be so cruel to another fellow being. The truth, and what I believe is true too; Humans, Animals and Plants depend on one another, that's how we survive. We just need to find the missing connection.

      I was driving down B.T. Road, back home, with my dad and a friend in our car, my hands were on the steering, dad's eyes were outside, watching  the willow trees, ages old, on the other side of the road. He said,"You know looking at those trees makes me so humble, they are so majestic and we are just puny little humans around them."

      I said nothing because I was lost in thoughts. But the two minutes of silence that followed was golden.


A Tribute to Mason Jennings

As a tribute to Mason Jennings I'm posting this song on my blog. It has a very childlike entailing meaning, which haunts me every time .

Little airplane in the sky
You point up at it
I watch your face as you watch it go by
Everything is perfect

Where would I be right now
If all my dreams had come true
Deep down I know somehow
I'd have never seen your face
This world would be a different place
Darling, there's no way to know
Which way your heart will go

Summer sun on a sandy slide
Silver swingsets shining
How can life feel so alive
And still feel like dying

Where would I be right now
If all my dreams had come true
Deep down I know somehow
I'd have never seen your face
This world would be a different place
Darling, there's no way to know
Which way your heart will go

A stack of books beside our bed
Living out of boxes
Why does the empty space fill with dread
Why does change still shock us

Where would we be right now
If all our dreams had come true
Deep down I know somehow
I'd have never seen your face
This world would be a different place
Darling, there's no way to know
Which way your heart will go  
~Mason Jennings (Which Way Your Heart Will Go)

My Addiction to Bob Dylan

The first Bob Dylan song I heard was 'Blowing in the Wind' back when I was still in school. My dad brought this CD one day and told me, 'These are the evergreen classics'. I still remember there were 8 tracks in that compilation including 'Imagine', 'Let it Be' and 'Hey Jude' by The Beatles. I always thought Bob Dylan was a black guy from the 40's till then. And then, I listened to 'Blowing in the Wind' again and again and again, I replayed it over and over again trying to figure out the lyrics. Once I got the lyrics I told myself this guy is a poet. I started collecting Dylan song from that day onwards. I went to my friends , cousins and collected every little collection that they had of Dylan. 3 years later I was addicted to Dylan , more than my dad. I analyzed his lyrics, and each time I found a new story behind every song. The songs which really pulled me to this situation are 'Ballad of a Thin Man', 'Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest', 'Knocking on Heavens Door', 'As I Went Out One Morning' and last but not the least 'Desolation Row' which I thought was a real niche in music history . I was awestruck I heard the lines:

Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row.

I still quote this now and then, I don't know why, it just hits me every time, puts a philosophical smile on my face. 


The Pencil

It's a deja vu feeling, really. I was in class yesterday and the picture of my friend loading graphite lead into his mechanical pencil reminded me of the day my dad bought me my first mechanical pencil.

It was way back in 1999, a dark winter evening, I was in 3rd grade then. My parents came back home with a bunch of groceries and stuffs, kept them aside and my dad turned towards at me and said,"son, look what I got", he took out a small packet and showed it to me. "This is the new engineers' pencil, made in Germany."  The excited smile on my face was priceless. 

It had a red body with 3 black stripes which were carved out near the griping area and a black butt. It was new in those days and I was just a kid. My sister and I might have got into a little argument over who gets to keep it. We took turns using it before we got a second one. I think we were possessed by it, at least I was, and I used to use it as often as possible, took it to school and showed it to my friends and they all stared at it  with amazement.

I miss those days. They were good. 

Life Or Death

With time moving away at such fast rates, it is hard to keep track of days. I've been away and back over again.

I was going through my diary earlier today and I realized most of my entries were complaints about the shortness of time and with that the shortness of life. Seems a little weird how life is full of struggle everyday.

I've decided to live my life a little more optimistically and appreciate the little things this short life has to offer. Lately, I have been thinking about how death is far better than life, but that's a different story.When you really want something in life, you get it and that's no good. For now I'm gonna say my prayers and go to sleep.

Goodnight Everyone


Brave New World

Life and Love was starting to bloom again only yesterday. Now, it is gone with my past mingling with my old memories.

"Hey", my friend knocked me out of my daily dose of day dreams. I had gone too far because when I came back to my senses I realized I was in the middle of something important, which of course did not make much difference to me whatsoever, our mathematics lecture.

I told myself then and there that life would have been much better if this all was just a dream and we wake up to a new world where everything is green and beautiful, the way it's suppose to be.

Yes, that would be a really nice thing, Life in a different place and time. Hopefully better than this one.


"Sir, what's the second best thing?"

I read the following humor in a Special edition of  The Readers Digest. I just wanted to share with you all.

While in Marine Corps boot camp, we were taught to keep our heads if taken prisoner by the enemy. After all, methods used to extract information, we learned, might not be the ones we were expecting. "Imagine that the door to your cell opens and in walks a beautiful young woman in a revealing outfit," said our instructor. "The best thing to do is not to touch her."

From the back of the room came the question, "Sir, what's the second best thing?"


Hollow Reality

My sister called me up last night, told me Dryden wrote a political satire at age 18 and asked me, 
'How old are you?'

Well I'm 19 years, 2 months and 6 days old, and although I have written a few, well more than a few poems , I'm yet to write a political satire. There are a lot of good ideas in my mind right now but I'm still learning to express my imaginations. I am not a prodigy as they were, I am more of an introvert.

But poetry, I cannot help but write it. I don't care what people think of it; but that's what I am, a poetry lover and that's all I am, that's all there is of me.

How do you decide a thing as beautiful as a flower has nothing deadly underneath it? 'Reality can be decisive, Reality is hollow', my roommate told me once. I think he's right after all.


Tribute To James Dean

OK let me get this straight. I thought about it over and over again, and have come to the conclusion that my blog would be incomplete without a picture of James Dean. So, here it is...a handpicked profile from his many great profiles. 


Weary Sunset

Days are getting longer and I can't breath easily under the gravity of work . 
The only solace I find is in these weary sunsets.


She's A Phantom

...and then I saw her in the darkness 
In the hospital parking lot. 
She looked at me,
And I looked back at her.

She disappeared.



This is where we hang out every evening. It's fun just to sit and watch the evening creep in.


Noodles Vs. Soup

I just had the worst noodles in my life - the soup was good though.



One more glass please.


BOW (Street Art)

This is our answer to the capitalist regime and all those crazy corporate megalomaniacs.
Don't even ask me what it means. 

(By the way, it's not piss. Its just leftover soda!)


Turning 19

Here I am again with you in my arms.

Happy Birthday to you Anne. I'm officially 19 now.

P.S. My friends just got me some surprises. I'm flattered.

- Benzy


In Search Of King Kong

What fresh Hell is this?

I just came across what looks like a thousand confiscated bottles of illegal substance at a highway custom check point. The dark bottles looked like chloroform. Maybe they were trying to hunt down King Kong!




If you are happy, I will give you an apple,
if you are anxious, I will twist your arm,
and if you permit me, I will be glad to hold you
close to my heart forever and do you no harm.

If I am happy, will you give me an apple?
If I am anxious, you may twist my arm.
And if you would like to, I would like you to hold me
close to your heart forever and do me no harm.

This is a bargain, only two can make it.
This is a covenant offered with desperate calm,
it being uncertain that lovers can drive out demons
with the gift of an apple or the twist of an arm. 

-Tennessee Williams


My Inspirations IV

I want to end the series with a painting by Jean-Léon Gérôme. One of my most favorite artist of all time.

Jean-Léon Gérôme
Harem Women Feeding Pigeons in a Courtyard
ca. undated


My Inspirations III

Herbert James Draper
The Gates Of Dawn (detail)
ca. 1900


My Inspirations II

Herbert James Draper

Pot Pourri
ca. 1897


My Inspirations I

This month I would like to share with you some of my favorite source of inspiration. I'm a very big fan of James Drapers work. Here is one of my favorite, titled 'Mourning For Icarus'

Herbert James Draper
Mourning For Icarus
ca. 1898


April Snow Under The Roof

I forgot to post this one. It's from last year's Christmas. I thought maybe it's a good time to post this one because the temperature is really starting to rise this summer and perhaps these fake snowflakes would help bring down the temperature a bit.


Save The Dolphins

Let's do something about the 'Taiji' problem.


Going Nowhere

The old place has changed but somehow looks the same, feels the same - nothing has changed.


I'm A Vegan Now

Yup that's right folks, I'm a vegan now. It's been two moths since I stopped eating meat, milk or any other animal products and boy I've never felt better.


View From The Bridge

I've been walking around a lot lately. I like this part of the city, the view from over the bridge is breathtaking, especially at sundown.


WAR, What Then?

I attended a national conference on 'free software' movement today. It was followed by a photo exhibition showcasing the histories of War, genocides and the countless politically unstable places of the world. It was a very humble exhibition organized by a small group of students, but the pictures spoke volume.


Salad Days

So this was the best part of the day. Damn! I'm miss this already. 


Too Lazy To Walk

That's my two roommates indulging in some existential discussion outside, on the steps of a restaurant.
We just had a heavy lunch and was too lazy to walk.


Devil's Playground

Here the Devil does dwell.



It was a mighty fine day. Me and my friends celebrated Holi today, in a very low profile. Let's say we celebrated in the evening. The college didn't give any holidays so we had no other option. But right now we are all happy, face covered in colors.

It's going to be morning soon. The light touches my face exactly at 7:09 am.



28 Days

The day is almost over, February is almost gone. In a few minutes it will be March and before we know, the year will be over, just like that (click). It will just slip by slowly, silently. 

28, was the number of days this month, the shortest in the year. I disagree, for me this was probably the slowest, longest month of my life. Hearts were broken, dreams shattered - 28 days.

28 days.


Empty Spaces

Back where I must be - empty spaces.


Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot?
The world forgetting,
by the world forgot.
Eternal Sunshine
of the spotless mind.
Each prayer accepted
and each wish resigned

- Alexander Pope


2000 Miles Away

Strange times we live in huh? I woke up this morning at five, I was home, I was in my bed. I tried to remember what happened last night. Ah right, the wind was cold, it was dark and the stars were out and I was walking back home listening to Jack Johnson's 'Constellation'. My Dad was on my right and Mom, on my left. We just had dinner at a friend's place a few blocks away and were on our way back home.

It is but a memory now. I'm here more than two thousand miles away from home again. Tomorrow I will be back in college, back in hostel. I'm spending the night at my cousins apartment. He picked me up at the airport tonight. It's always good to see someone I know waiting for me at the airport wherever I go. It's late and I'm tired. I miss home already. Maybe a rainbow in the morning will set things straight.



Who Cares

8:31 pm. The 8th of February, 2010. I am starting to loose myself in a nostalgic haze as the candles burn out one by one. Five more days to go, no more, no less, that's the danger. I want to stay here and watch over them, so that I know they are safe, really safe. I'm going to miss them when I'm gone. What fresh hell is this?
Classes must have started today.
Who cares? Who Cares?


Those Horses In That Grey Lobby

This one is not really my drawing but I just want to share it anyway. This was a picture on the wall of a hospital that I went to in December 2008 in Assam, India. I was in the lobby waiting for my medical report and this particular picture caught my eye. As far as I can remember, I've always been fascinated by horses. There is a whole sense of freedom to see a horse run free in the wild and I've always admired that. I even rode one a couple of times when I was a kid. This picture brought back those feelings and some fond memories when I was sitting, waiting in that cold grey lobby.


Mr. Bryan Adams

I'm a big, big fan of Bryan Adams. He's is probably the reason why I became so passionate about music. I remember listening to Bryan Adams record back in 1997 on my cousins cassette player, I fell in love with his music and I was just 6 years old!

 This is a drawing of him I did back in 2004 or 05. I was still in high school and me and my friends were religiously following the current music scene on a monthly music magazine called, 'The Record'. They included free posters once a while and I was lucky enough to get hold of a particular issue, I got Bryan Adams.


The Fab Four

Here is a drawing of 'The Beatles' I did when I was 12 or 13. I'm a big fan of 'The Beatles.' My dad introduced me to rock n' roll and country music quite early in life and for that I'm very grateful.

P.S. I will be sharing some old sketches with you guys over the next few days. I'm home right now and I just discovered a bunch of old drawings that I did some 4 - 5 years ago. I'm really happy to see all of them again.


Celebration At The Dhaba

I has had been a hectic couple of months. Exams finally got over, the nightmares too. Our first semester is officially over but damn it wasn't easy. I went out to celebrate along with a few friends, had dinner at a really fancy Indian restaurant called, 'The Dhaba'. The food was really good. 

Our first ever vacation starts tomorrow and everyone is excited about going back home. Me too.


New Year, Old Song

Starting the 'New Year' with an old song.

"The Green Green Grass Of Home" - Tom Jones

Nothing like an oldie on such a fine new year, knowing that the ones I love are safe back home. Back on the green green grass of home.

I'm not making any new resolutions whatsoever this New Year. I don't want to make any promises that I know I can't keep. Besides exams are only three days ahead...OK, let's forget about the exams for a while. We both know it'll come and go just like any other, whatever happens in between stays in between.

I want to thank all of my old friends who took the trouble of finding my number and calling me up to wish me a happy new year. And Oh! I want to thank my lovely sister as well for calling me up; and Miss S. who remembered me after all these years. Happy New Year to you all.

Happy New Year Anne.