Surreal.Art

A walk tru Bakel Fort

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 09:35:00 +0000

Wished for a bigger splash but had to satisfy with this one.

This rock looks like a petrified prehistoric animal

Thats a Kite and not an UFO !

3 A's of awesome

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 05:32:00 +0000

http://www.ted.com/talks/neil_pasricha_the_3_a_s_of_awesome.html

Neil Pasricha: The 3 A's of awesome

Fly Away

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 04:11:00 +0000

Fly Away by ~rosaak on deviant ART

Papa's Daughter

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 09 May 2011 05:56:00 +0000

Aadi's work

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:24:00 +0000

Aadi's art work.

She jumped and dragged me to show her creation. I said to her, wait I'll take fotos. She was happy posing in-front of her work of creation. I love the way she make columns and convoy of toy cars and plastic vegetables. But this one resembled like a surrealistic column of plastic world.

A cup, a pan and a jar containing fork and car - what a silly title. There is no logic, or is it worth looking for a logic in everything. Kids don't look for logic, they just create. Thats the beauty.

Aasman Ke Paar Shayad

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 16:20:00 +0000

Lovely song....lovely lyrics

up above the world so high

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 09:15:00 +0000

candle in the wind

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 08:16:00 +0000

power cuts.....i hate all type of it.

bead spread

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 07:54:00 +0000

mess

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 07:39:00 +0000

made using an online software

iSky

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 10:28:00 +0000

floating alone

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 02:20:00 +0000

feels like i'm a kite with out tether

floating alone

Shivashtakam

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 21:45:00 +0000

great lyrics

Monstrous accident

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 08:18:00 +0000

The monster is out now

here comes the other one

Monstrous accident

i call it raavan

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 08:13:00 +0000

made using alchemy and gimp.

An old boat

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 18:34:00 +0000

using water color.

Gene Expression

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 16:49:00 +0000

made using devinatART muro.

If epigenetic expressions can bring modification of genetic materials from the previous generations then can it bring effects from the past lives. Well sort of a question from fringe science.
Past Life.
Hindu religion talks about the endless births and death of cosmic cycles. But I wonder how, in death and birth cycle how come a matter or spirit or some "form" can transfer from one cycle to another. Genetic material is immortal, if so endless soles are trapped in our DNA ????
My gene expression is jacked up ?

devanuke pati...

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 21:09:00 +0000

Trip

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 20:44:00 +0000

    I think its apt to give a title "trip". With God Delusion on my bag I boarded the train to New Delhi a day before the 64th Indian independence day. I never liked traveling without all the tickets reserved.,but this was a break journey from Hyderabad to Kota via Mathura. Getting out of the comfort zone is always difficult, but when there is no other way you have to bend the rules, now its the destination which matters. What is the destination for a free man?

    I reached Mathura at morning 6:30 and I came to know that it will be nearly impossible to get a ticket in the next connecting train to Kota, which is at around 10.30, the golden temple express running between Amritsar to Mumbai. So I took the ticket for 3.30 train. I decide to see the city as i have a few hours to kill. Rixshawale attack you in every gadaamn railway station. I thought its better not to plan this part of my trip and get going some where and see this small town. Just after the Mathura railway station I found a bunch of sadhu's on their characteristic half naga vastram and having chillum. I asked the old rikshawala about these sadhus and gancha, he was a bit surprised in the beginning but he told me he could get 100 grams for 30 bucks. good deal, in Hyderabad I think I need to shell out some 200bucks for the same stuff. From there he took me trough some dirty galli's to an old bus stand where he got one pack of gancha. As its a temple city and every gali has a temple I thought its better to see the dwarakadish mandir (from outside), where its believed to be the place where Krishji had his maiden voyage on a basket to brindhaven crossing yamuna. The great yamuna, which now is one of the most polluted rivers in north India. I was surprised to see that men don't mind taking bath along with pigs, cows and monkeys. I could find only dirt in this water, may be I should be looking into a religious perspective to see the purity of these waters. It was surprising to see a person drinking water from yamuna. Probably this is called holy-shit. Why on earth people of our country still believe in a polytheistic religion. We have several gods, because no one god can do their duty correctly so we depend on several gods. Or is that the belief of god is just fake. No one believes or is belief blind. Gadamn. I was always skeptic or agnostic about religious beliefs. Why do one believe? What actually they are believing? Does it means there is something in return you wish for or you hope. I think thats the primary feeling of believing...some selfish motive. Believing that god will give me some money or help me out in getting out of this misery. The selfish list of believes goes on. There is no selfless belief I guess. One version is that you can ask anything to God, its his duty is to hear our selfish wishlist and process it.

    Well.. on this trip, "believe me" I didn't make any wish list. We finally reached the lanes of dwarakadish mandir. I was literally attacked by the religious pimps or some chota pundits who had taken up this part time pimp business to keep the tourist's bags in a safe place and show them around the mandir and tell the fabricated myth of load krishna's's birth. They were fighting among themselves to show me around. The only thing they differ from the pimps in Goa are they don't carry the foto album. Finally from those pimp shows we managed to get out. I had no intention to see a rock god., so we went to the ghat where we take out the first round of gancha. My rikshawala got some cigarettes and the fine gancha we recently got, after removing the seeds from the bhang he filled it into his chillum and we started having it at yamuna kinare, the bangs of yamuna. Its a good experience, people say that marijuana is the best medicine for cancer and spirituality. I found it true, attaining nirvana or getting rid of a pain, you need some hallucination. For me its like forgetting the pain and into a nirvana state. Took few more trips to get a good high. The effect of this doesn't last long but I was on an elevated state. I felt it like a divine intervention happening here, I was abstaining from cigarettes for more than 5-6 months (I'm just an occasional smoker) but I had made a promises to myself that I won't smoke but when I smoked I travelled more than 1000kms to come to bangs of yamuna to have marijuana that too with a total stranger. I think the GOD's want me t smoke pot. After the first shot we went to the main bus stand to get some puri for breakfast. Then from there to the krishnjamsthan , the temple and prison where krish was borne.Now this temple share a common wall with a mosque.

After seeing a lot of mandirs I finally understood that this place is just full of holi-shit. No offense my dear bhakth janoom . Literally most of the places there is huge shit but this place....its holy-shit. Its a good place to study the population dynamics and interaction of four equally competing communities like cows, pigs, monkeys, flies and humans. Good God had given the cows a good long tail just a natural fan from attacking flies. We don't have that advantage we humans have to compete with the files for food. I was hungry but I prefer not to eat than lettin the flies attack the food. Why in the name of God people take up lot of shit. Why is it that we people live in shit just like a pig do. We humans like this way I guess just dump all the waste and pollute the place they live and just move on to another place. In most of the old civilization talk about the calamities or a great flood. I think some think of that sort is needed to rebuild our society to just get rid of the religious, social and political pain we endure along with the disturbing flies. I'm a pacifist by nature...but I truly believe that human population should not exceed not more than 3 billion.

We then went back to the cantonment area just in front of the army office, under the shade of trees we had our second lot of chillum filled with gancha. Finally going back to the railway station I realized that I had a wonderful independence day celebration. On the way back rickshawala was kind enough to give me his chillum, with whom I made friendship. I understood one thing crucial in this trip – just get out of the comfort zone you can find some good grass... ;)

PS: please forgive my grammar

Goldy

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 19:43:00 +0000

Ya not my usual self...thought of remembering my poor old dead goldy. Made using dry pastels.

Hate!

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:40:00 +0000

I never had the opportunity to use the word "hate" so many times in one go. But it happened on my last bus journey and I realized that I often use the word hate, more than the word love. Well to be honest I hate bus travel. I hate getting trapped in the traffic jam and I feel very suffocated. I hate the disgusting smell of woman in black burkha, who often come in bunches of for or five with a half dozen of litters, which is not better than the dirty city smell. It was raining and I hate rain.Ya...I'm a keralite who hates rain. I hate getting wet especially I hate when water touches my feel...yuck.The fellow passenger put his dripping umberlla just above my feet....I didn't hit him nor did I look at him, but I hated this travel all the more. I don't know how, I felt my senses getting stronger and I becoming more grumpier. I hate this ... the feeling that the microwave signals are going all over me to my neighbors mobile and his doggy voice was irritating me to the core to make me hate even more. I was surprised how passionately can I hate a total stranger. To make things worst my ears started picking up the FM songs from the passenger's mobile, who has lost his civic sense even before he was born.

I tried to look at some chicks outside. I found no luck as all the chicks took shelter from the rain..I hate it. I decide to see some models on the bill board, which increased my level of HATE when I saw the fake controlled experiments on skin color improvement. I wish I could run away from this hatred world...with out getting wet in the rain.

Man this terrible bus journey nearly killed me. I felt like I'm inside a snare and I'm wounded and I'm grumpy and my senses are fully on, and this bus crawls in this stupid rain. I reached my destination after the long 2 hour bus travel which could have been crossed in half an hour time. I thanked GOD to giving me strength to hate people around me and hating myself to be in the position. I thanked him for making my senses strong to receive all this harshness off travel and not letting me doze off in this chaos.Its difficult some times to ignore the senses, especially on a melancholy rainy day.

After the horrific bus travel the only feeling left was that I am sinking darkness of challenger deep. Why do I hate saying the word hate? I think I need some positive energy and to wish to hug some one so tightly that I forget the word hate completely atleast for some time....

I made a picture with all the hate in it...Hope people will hate it.

Dheenadayalo Rama.....

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 16:52:00 +0000

song Dheenadayalo Rama- from movie Arayannagalude veedu.

Lyrics by

Girish Puthenchery

Fragments from a dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 11:37:00 +0000

Just a dirty sketch.
Size reduced to fit into the blog.
click on image for a bigger pic.

I wish to learn idakka

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 15:16:00 +0000

Idakka
Love the beat of this percussion. I wish to learn it one day.

A weekend in Mananthavady

noreply@blogger.com (Roshan Padmanabhan) — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:54:00 +0000

A recent trip fully sponsored by my buddy rajesh was a great relief for me from my ever ending worries and distress. I went to Bangalore and from there to Mananthavady in Wayanadu District of Kerala.

From Bengaluru to Mananthavady

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It took a six hour bus drive from Bangalore, and in that a two hours through dense jungle inside the national park. The ups and downs of the road inside the park makes me to open my eyes around 2 in the morning. After a quick nap in the hotel we went around seeing his rice fields, which is around 6-7 kms from the Manandavady town. Before going to Aanapara, where his fields are, we went to have some breakfast, which was against my daily routine. No no last day at Rajesh's house I had poori which his wife Uma had made. Well this was different, for the first time in my life I had some rice poori, which called as pathiri a picture of it is below took it from another blog. I loved it. Later that night in one of the road side stall I saw one person making pathiri. Another reason to get away from my sad urban life is to conquer my cravings for meat. I had earlier taken a promises to myself that I will be a vegetarian for a while. I resisted, even though the temptation was more when I saw fantastic fish curry on Rajesh's plate. To be honest, after the trip I started dreaming of juicy chicken in my mouth melting down my throat.... focus focus no chicken and fish for some time.

http://www.salkkaaram.com/2009/07/ney-pathiri-deep-fried-rice-roti-or.html

Although we were carrying umbrellas not a drop of rain hit that day and the day after. Well it was good for us and bad for the crops. I hate get wet in the rain. Kabini gives water to that area, even though farmers mostly depends on rain water.

Rajesh had some major plans, He is on a mission to cultivate and preserve some old varieties of rice, some of them, rather most of them I never heard of. Fact: There used to be more than 500 varieties of rice cultivated in Kerala. God knows how many are there now! His paddy fields are beautiful. Well all fields are beautiful, but the beauty here is its in a valley and you feel that you are well guarded by Mountains if you are in the fields. Well being a pessimist the first thing came into my mind is what if there is a landslide, what if the way to this place is not safe. Sad I can't control these thoughts and enjoy the beauty for a little longer. I said nothing to him otherwise I know he will throw me into Kabini river.

He had this idea of making mud houses for himself and his family, in one portion of his land. I thought he has now gone completely mad, but I realized later when he saw me a mud house. Man... it was cool. The same day he took me to another village called Edavaka where there is a function being organized by grama panchayath and an ngo called Thanal. The function was on basically done by the tribes, when they start of with a new season of seeding paddy called as vilanatty (paddy transplantation) also some release of people's biodiversity register of Wayanadu. More News Here. Raman chettan is a encyclopedia of traditional ethnic knowledge. He was keen in telling what he knows and what has to be done to preserve the sanctity of that place. He talks about his house the paddy fields climates, fishes in the jungle, the medicinal plants they use., it was interesting to listen to him, but he was cautious not to tell what medicine to be used for what purpose. They believe if they tell that the medicine won't work. Strange... Anyway I was really impressed by his efforts, thinking and more over his passion, I felt we are much smaller in comparison to him. Truthfully, I haven't seen much down to earth persons like him.

Raman chettan's Mud House

Kids carrying dish antenna

Ramanchettan and his grand kid.

Vilanatty

Rajesh and His Father - in- law

In the next 2 months the field below will be completely green. imagine how cool it will be ......

On sunday night we took bus back to Bangalore. I felt very sad, some how I started loving the place. Always parting is difficult even it is the place or the people, love mostly hurts.

Apart from miss seeing the Spain taking the world cup and the TV shows I watch like Fringe and a terrible bus, I felt this trip was worth it. Met some few good folks who wants to protect the environment they live. Then had some fresh air, nice pathiri and some good food. Moreover this trip brings some time at-least to forget about the tension I am through.

I wish to go back there, I don't wish to become a farmer but love to live inside a good glass biosphere with lot of green and water around. Hope Rajesh will start up with some farm tourism.

picture courtesy : Rajesh , he royally forget to take his cam , so these are from his mobile.