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Strange, Very strange...!

Life, times, experiences... glimpses of the after-world





Of Mediums and Moving back and forth.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010





The Word-ly adventures paved way for experimentation with imagery and photography these past couple of years and more. A whole lot of changes, and yet the fun remains alive in a different medium - http://flickr.com/photos/pbafna and FB.

Somehow, the blog comments seem never ending, and I yearn/
Yearn to write once again. Soon.

Until then, you would be glad to know the imagery continues at Flickr. In frames and pictures, rather than in form and structure.

The both should meet soon too. They will. I'm sure.


Happy Monsoons, and the lights will remain on here!

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And your bird can fly*

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


A needle, a few tools, colorful threads and the exquisite
feeling of flowing words, I set out to weave my poem (She's not there.)

An imposing image of her as the hands set in motion,
she smiles through the thin veil of perception. (She's so far away-)

Aloof, longing and frosty eyed; she dances in between the threads. tommorow brings us closer just a little bit more so.

An aching spread of intoxicated whiffs, calms her down
the unsettling music offers no door. (Just for now;)


F A R

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All across the great divides the threads lodge themselves in
bringing to the empty space, splashes of her in reminiscence.

Even the most beauteous creation, falls just a little short.
the essence isn't around, the aroma masked.

Tear away the space, rip apart the colours.
blunted needles and a longing desire (Its done now and what)

Far away the bird cruises in the skies.
revelling in flights of fancy, yet disconcertingly so;

The Poem becomes her.


Song Update : Dianne Reeves - When I Fall (Instrumental)

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The return of the Mad Fantasy Man

Thursday, January 10, 2008


MfM: (bursts into the room, in a manner that says it was pretty obvious): I need to take a vacation soon man. The neighbour bird has flown away too and seems to have taken all the stars with her.

Me: (*Yawn* wondering if MFM knows what the time is) Its not like there's no more birds and the stars, they are a plenty. You know?

MfM:(Getting agitated): My bird has flown away and the stars i counted are missing i tell you.

Me: (Giving up on any hope of going back to sleep again, but excercise a last, futile attempt): Ok, so looks like you do need a vacation, lets take off on a one week trip, yeah?!

MfM:(Shrugs and looks at me in a ridiculous manner): One week??? thats too long man, i'm not sure if i can handle more than an eighteen hour trip. (completes sentence with a grin)

Me: (suddenly see the light and realize MfM's ramble) Oh, i should've known better! No trips for me man, I'll be around if you want me to though..

MFM: (feels alienated and the discontent shows on the lines of his twitching face.)
*walks over to the recently painted wall and splashes*
:

Watch me fly!



Song update - I shall be released - Bob Dylan

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Half a scene of curious musings.

Monday, September 24, 2007




Breathing spaces and a suspended world,
the city lights come shining out,
The miracle man spins his tale,
A twist and turn and a churning blast.

Tell the bird to fly,
while the silken winds engulf the sky,
A candy shop with colours-a-plenty,
The violet oar ferries the king into the setting sun.

The striking miss commands the sea,
Salted dreams and the great gig in the sky,
glitchy beeps and the flowing accordion,
Float in harmony in a clear blue key,

A battered soul rises on.



Vivid dreams pave the souls journey,
with lights and smiles and psychedelic hues,
on with the travel immersed and submerged,
the piper's blissful song,
Dreams for sale! You want them, come get them.

On a wavy river bed,
resides the artful goblin,
Immersed in his soma, his heavenly music.
They say the piper once played to him.

God is in the details the goblin said,
as he floated on, into the smoke rings of his mind.


Song Update: Satellite - Above & Beyond Pres. Oceanlab

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A shaman's visit to the city

Thursday, June 07, 2007






A charged weekend night in the city,
and the city people geared up to be washed over.
The slightest hint of rain clouds greeting the happy clouds,
and the confluence was quite a sight.

Like a flock of charged beings we headed to the altar
of the shaman with his console, electricity in the air
and soma flowing freely amongst the believers and otherwise.
A breakbeat and the shaman took us all in his stride.

Hit by a wave of exhilarating energy, the masses gathered,
taking in the vibes, which at times were bouncy, grungy, loopy
or downright loaded with a blasting energy, jumping around and
letting ourselves go, we danced the energy dance.

Twisted spirals and a multiverse of sound layers,
one plane at a time and there was only one way to go,
Higher. Engulfed by the soundscapes coupled with bursts of energy
and breakdowns and colour and more energy.

As the energy rose at every plane, the crowd burst out into
a hysteric wave of madness and shouting chants,
to the shaman who would lead us there, somewhere.
A plane of sights, sounds and colourful people
channeling the pure and divine energy which bounced around the
arena.

The experience ended with the want for more of the fluid flow,
exhausted beings, like flower children who hung their head
yet full of colour and the bright hope of a new dawn,
the resonating ended and gradually the beings recomposed
and recollected themselves, headed out with a head full of music
and colour and a diminishing state of underlying trance.

The bounties of fulfilled expressions and emotions,
flew out with the music themselves, a touch of liberation
and an unexpected feeling of contentment overpowered us all.
It rained that night in the city, as we got out and were washed
away by nature's sweetest emotion.

Oh yes! oh oh yes! We had the party of our lives!





Song update: Becoming Insane - Infected Mushroom

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Smoke figures at play

Monday, May 14, 2007







The rolling horse bursts into a balloon,
and out of the silver screen
came out a majestic lion,
a conical current of smoke,
kisses the shining light above and becomes one.

Evil tulips rise with a green grin,
tossing turtles on the sea bed.
oh! what fun, they sing and exclaim.
A tribal fire in their eyes,
a sound explosion disperses into oblivion.

Flapping windows, power
the dream journey, the orange starlet
flashes her power wand,
circling in the almost square boat,
savour a cacophonous beat.

Between such grand scenes and
the light overhead, you can sometimes hear
the soothing nightingale sing its way across the circles,
the smoke firgures open their doors and
are washed away in an emotive and flowing current.



Song Update: CLOUDS DANCING - Alice Gomez

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Blowjob for the mind*

Tuesday, February 27, 2007



*s t r e t c h*

*a d j u s t*


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*l o o k a r o u n d*

*k c a b l l o r*

*Octopus's Garden* *salty sea*

*rain dance* *lady m a d o n n a*

* L o V e *

*S i t a r*

* C r a w l i n g

K I N G

S n a k e*



Alexander's Horse - Salvador Dali


* m o v e s * * t a t t o o s *

*Y e l l o w*

* I S I S *


*Ba ck Fl ip*

*Mary* *Edge* *sharp*

*H a i r Pin* * V O D K A *


* P u r p l e *


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*Sss H Oo Oo T* >>>
****>>




"Twinkle, Twinkle, Who are you??"

"Yes, I wonder. Three Bags Full"



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Pop! Goes the art.

Friday, February 02, 2007
Once upon a time, in a moment of self-obsessed revelry. Experimentation with Pop art happened (which was quite enjoyable too!) here's a few potraits from the colour burst.


Pop art - Self Potrait (A-la Andy Warhol)



Fading into a parallel time-warp


Are we trippin' yet?! (The doors lie in the centre)




Lichtenstein-esque Pop potrait!



(Click on the Images for a larger view)

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