Malvika’s Ramblings

Cynics suffer from inspirations that die before they fly..

Any guess which of the logos I wanted to show you…

A conversational, a debate, vociferous explanation of close beliefs. Two people talking and one says “Here, I’ll prove it to you. Look at this coin (takes out a coin and places it on the bench). It was minted the same year I was born in.” We look at the coin placed on the bench, awaiting a theory to be proved, the coin to shine or jump and plainly speak out a truth that can only be seen in physical action.

A discussion —-> A promise …

A long stemmed red carnation, standing in a mineral water bottle, next to lace curtains, in very diffused sunlight, is getting wasted. I leave for work in the morning. Maybe a quick glance, maybe not. I return much later. It stands alone.

It marks that Mom came, was happy to see a carnation at a flower-seller’s, and the next it was in my bare apartment.

Boris Neislony performed at the Palette art gallery, Delhi last night. And so did Inder Salim and Monali Meher. Boris’ performance was a puzzling one. What was this man trying to do? What was he showing? He played an audio cassette on a regular portable music system and then moved to the sounds. He didn’t move much, just a shoulder wiggle or the slow motion of hands or rubbing off something from behind his ear or drawing something from within him. The sounds seemed like a hurried conversation, the steel sound of someone drawing a sword out of a scabbard, (more…)

Papaya in the daytime

Chilli Paneer, Tomato Basil Pasta, Tiramisu dessert and Fried Rice (full-plate) orgies by night