tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42942863173528953892012-02-22T11:48:38.015-08:00A personal blog on Art and Economics and Life in general.Bittu Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014691351164865741noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294286317352895389.post-68901075420406577932010-07-13T21:25:00.000-07:002010-07-18T00:20:26.636-07:00

It required considerable maneuvering through a throng of almost theatrically busy looking New Yorkers, blended with a fragment of world's most populous people. It is beautiful and ugly, a crowd that carries the scent of both putrefying rodents in ancient gutters of the city and sham Chanels from paraphernalia of hawkers. I envy the toned muscles of people who would not shy away from revealing

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My understanding of photography started as a mirror of reality. Clicks and flashes of a machine provided a vicarious experience of my own past. However, lately I have been questioning every photograph that I see. It is an outcome of a newfangled blend of both cynicism and inquisitiveness. With the rise of digital editing softwares and manipulation techniques I no longer see photographs as mirror

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A rather disappointing account of any place is when corruption becomes a ubiquitous topic of tea time conversations. Corruption is set to become the unofficial constitution of India. I believe some of our devoted politicians and government officials who religiously follow the many fold paths of "Corruptionism" are set to attain moksha.Coming out of License Raj, India wants to isolate herself from

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Studying arts in a liberal arts school is very different from studying it in a four year art school. It is always in collaboration with literature, history, maths and sciences.Even the already obscured definition of Art has myriad of meanings in such contexts.My professor says, "Art is about discovery, communication, and storytelling". I have classmates who are pleased with their definition of

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Naked you are simple as one of your hands;Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.You've moon-lines, apple pathwaysNaked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;You've vines and stars in your hair.Naked you are spacious and yellowAs summer in a golden church.Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is bornAnd you withdraw

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My bare feet do not reveal the color of my skin,My bare feet do not identify to what race I belong,To what ethnicity I belong or to which nation I walk on.But they concede to the pain they suffer,They concede my search for soft corners of the earth,The scorched paths that I take day to day,The droplets of tears still visibleFor when I cried to quench my thirstThe blood that still dries,When I

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Boggled with the gobbledygook of Wall Street lingo, and the gyrating indices that after a few points gain, plummet so heavily that it bashes all hopes of any market recovery, I decided to end this never ending hiatus. I decided to return to the long abandoned blog, not knowing what to write.Such confusions and dilemmas are not a novelty to my decision making process. Today I face perhaps one of

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I have temporarily disabled all the posts, as I was using the blog for academic purpose. Now that I am done with it I will be updating the blog in a week or two.

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Please click here to see the photo essay.

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Just thought of sharing a photo slide show that I made few weeks ago. Pictures from a photography class that i took last term. It was a great class, I loved it.

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IThink and think and think and think.And think, till my brain freezes, my soul cries,And my body succumbs to the thought.But thinking bout what? You won’t know. I don’t know.Slowly I feel my eyes are closed. My feet are cold.The wind is cold. But it’s not the winter.A ray of light I see that shines.It shines for me but shies away.You come to me like the dusking sunShines the light but I know the

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A hot and windy monsoon day, the defeaning cries of rain, that defied the literal meaning of drops,pelted down on the poor earth. Their blackness vanquished the Sun God. Their song that placed cacophony to a different level, shrouded the roars of the thunder. Amidst this on going battle of the nature, i got an unexpected call. My hands shivered to pick up the dewy receiver of the phone. i knew i

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Its 4am…ma eyes fixed at this extremely uninspiring and dull Dell monitor …fingers fighting an undying battle with the keyboard….papers scattered around me with at least a million chicken scratches which appears something to be like… “Death of Pen…fighting with integration of multi variable and improper integrals"And not very astonishingly i am highly aware of the repetitiveness of wot i am

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I see the darkness, I see the fearI hear my heart cry, andI hear My soul weepI see the snow fall with rainAnd I see it turn to ashI turn my eyes to the skyAnd I see the black starsWhich cry but not shimmerAnd I see the livid moonWeeping behind the cloudsClouds without rain,And clouds that never rainI see the naked trees andI see the desolate streetsAnd then I see carrion aheadAnd the sparrows

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