in the dusk

‘ “In the light of golden clouds with the red star descending behind the mountains, hiding from the view leaving behind a scattered array of red and purple lights; the way to that secret place opens.” Now this is a special place led by the small stream flowing up to the high hills that hide our dearest of all stars. this is a secret place filled with that color which you can rarely find anywhere else. only there i found that color. (scratches his head as he makes this grumpy face like an old man with lots of wrinkles but sadly he has none) so perfect yet i just got a glimpse of it; that color, a blend of green and purple in perfect mixture. just the right kind.

All i could get was a glimpse of it, you see. a small glimpse here and there in the dusk. Now i have searched that place for a quite a while. its quite tricky, always changes…. always. now that place seems far but was always beside there, right there next to me at all times… you got to know this..if you really want to find that secret place (makes a smirk gesture that kind of states “now i am just giving you a hint, i don’t have the answer”) try looking for that stream that goes uphill may be in the dusk also works for you. Yes, the dusk when everything is said and done, the moment when you rest your busy back and lay watching those golden clouds.

It could be a complete turn of events what if this dusk was something else for you. i might be blamed for your mislead information…. (gives a nervous chuckle )… anyway you should give it a look … its a nice place to be with that color who could not resist just being there at least once… you do realize the weight of this place, right. could completely change your life at the same time there’s a possibility that its of complete waste of time for you…but one never knows if a task done is a waste of time.

Did i ever mentioned that this place has some curious answers to strange questions. Now that could be something you could be interested about, right?(With a big smile and eyes that seems almost closed) Yeah its a special place i would like to be there once more, just for those colors and not to forget in the dusk…that’s the moment where everything seems said and feels done.( a calm wind is blowing past by while the boy holds the hand of the old woman firmly but not too tight just firmly)

So are we near to my uncle’s village now? we have been walking for a long while and they suggested you are quite good with finding your way unlike me who forgot the map.(gives a nervous chuckle again but a little more comfortably this time)We are glad that you came.’

The boy walks holding the old woman’s hand side by side, while the boy glances at the woman in timely intervals. At the woman who has a clear face with unhindered smile but silent like the star.

 

 

 

Greenish yellowish purple- also termed as Octarine

“Octarine” is a color name coined by Terry Pratchett in his Discworld novels. Octarine is said to be the color of magic, as it is apparent in the crackling and shimmering of light. The word refers to the “eighth color,” in a spectrum of black, blue, green, yellow, purple, orange, and red. Octarine has been likened to a fluorescent greenish-yellow purple, a combination impossible to perceive with normal human eyes.            — source –http://www.colourlovers.com/blog/2008/04/19/octarine-the-imaginary-color-of-magic

—-http://discworld.wikia.com/wiki/Octarine

 

Home

‘This is where he was born’,

she said..

with a misplaced air of scorn,

i look at that crooked house,

broken, battered and bruised,

it was……

she looks at her spouse,

a little excited yet not amused,

‘Nobody’s home it seems’,

he said….

for all seemed to be left and unused,

a tear in his eyes it seems,

while he remembers all those dreams,

‘let’s see’

he goes in and feels the wall that was bruised,

 

not the home that he left,

just the nostalgic screams,

‘take care’

‘you the only heir’

she says while she scratches her hair,

i look at the house that was there,

with few memories of climbing the wooden stair,

 

she looks,

words seem to hang or float in the air,

‘Stayed here after i got Married’

“Never got used to climbing those awful Stairs’

I smile,

while we head back Home…

 

 

written by : Prakash Ranjit

 

 

Seven Advisers and a Boy Who Wanders

1:      you take a deep breath and focus on the task at at hand, just one thing at a time. That’s all you need to do.

 

The boy: okay…

 

2:       Now Just remember its all about concentration. Eyes and hand coordination look at the birds how they fly, guy driving an awesome bike,  old guy’s gardening skills and  woman in that tailor shop remember . Its all about eyes and hand coordination, kid…. Once you get that kind a concentration its a piece of cake.

 

The Boy: yeah… sure would be nice, wouldn’t it?  kinda reminds me how my grandma made those incense. those really smelled nice.

 

5:      Now’s not the time to think about Grandma’s incense . it’s good you observed the smell. now observation comes in different forms, alright? observation is an asset, got it? listen not just hear, observe not just see, feel not just notice, you see that’s the key.

 

The Boy:      So, am i Listening right now or hearing, looking or seeing… how does this work? you look and then see and then observe or directly observe. if you really want to see then you need to observe hmmm……

 

4:     Don’t get confused You Idiot, the basic thing is keep your senses in check let them be at their fullest capacity.  Words can be manipulated, meanings change the way you use the word. just focus on your senses and mark those trees you might be walking in circles.

 

The Boy:     yeah i’m marking it… i’m marking it. stop nagging already. keep my senses focused… wait a minute so isn’t that 5 things at a time not one thing at a time right. so how do i focus on one thing at a time if i need to focus on five other things.

 

1:     you know you are an idiot…. what are you gonna do without us? focus on the task mark the trees and while you keep your ears and nose sharp, observant eyes get it?….and walk along the river side you should end up somewhere near a settlement of some sorts.

 

5:      give the kid a little break alright… he’s doing fine. don’t get too close to the river though you might fall and as far as we know you can barely swim proper.

 

The Boy:  sure… thanks for reminding me. but how do i get out of this forest ? it’s getting dark soon and what do i do with reaching a settlement or whatever …. in a village where i wasn’t suppose to be in the first place. i mean guys i was supposed to reach my uncles village across the bridge but we never found the bridge.

 

6:     that’s because some fool forgot to take the map like he was supposed to and just walked straight into the forest. at least you did a good job in packing some food like i told you too..

 

The boy: still you could have reminded me to take the map…. you know i forget things quite often…

 

7:    At least you won’t starve to death… besides these woods are not that thick and no real predators that could harm you so relax kid just focus where the stream is going.

 

The boy:  Wait… wait… so is this a river or a stream i mean didn’t 1 say walk along side the river… so how is it a stream now…

 

5:   Didn’t we say to observe? the river turned into a stream a long time ago. besides as long as the stream is on site we should reach to calmer and flatter area soon enough… still keep on marking it might come handy if you loose track again.

 

The Boy: yeah…  yeah

 

3: you know there should be a village near by keep your eyes and nose sharp for any smell, sound or people… soon enough have patience… patience is virtue

 

The Boy:  got it… So do i still need to keep on marking the trees…. i mean this should be really hurting the trees… having a small cut is  bad enough for days. and that marks are huge.

 

7: just keep on marking will you? Do you even listen? besides those trees won’t be hurt that bad, it’s just outer layer, the old layer.

 

The Boy: okay… Listen not just hear.. i know

 

 

( the boy wanders on alone in the woods with the sound of leaves rustling through the wind. as he wonders about observation and marking those trees he wanders forth with the smell of freshly barbecued pork appearing to be closer)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Graduation show Bachelor in Fine Arts 2014, Art Council

from my latest work for my graduation show Bachelor in Fine Arts  2014, 1st of August

artist statement:

Beyond our Cover

 

 Look beyond the bodily cover,

Beyond the feared and idolized precious roles,

Into the essence, actual qualities, the person,

Beyond the artificial distinction …

 

It’s just a cover

An infestation with expectations,

It’s in me and you, it’s everywhere

The enforced, colors, the fake, the cover, fade away,

While I cook myself and cleanse it away …

 

As I see myself purified,

I am still entangled in the roots,

In the roots webbed with my core,

Yet my core has no distinction,

No separation of gender…

 

As I venture further into the world within,

I see lights descend,

falling towards a web,

my presence in this world,

And as they descend they illuminate me…

 

The lights shine,

Circling the glowing center in the intertwined world in me

Illuminating me, my soul and yours, because …

It’s in me and you, it’s everywhere

The hidden truth, the colors under the fake, beyond the cover, start to glow

As I fall into reality.

The Ghosts of Freak Street

 

I had an umbrella to protect myself from the rain and so did most of the people on the street some with covers the other ran for shelter. But this lonely soul just passed without concern soaked in rain from head to toe for it makes no difference to these queer souls. Whether if its rain, snow, hot or cold they just pass by.

Like all the rest of these types of lost souls, this bloke just wanted to reach to the end of the street. These things do other stuff as well and lots of the folks in the street have encountered these ghosts. They halt at times and observe the folks in the Freak Street or at least that’s what it looks like they might be just starring at the eternity or just some form of emptiness. Few times I have seen them just sneaking up behind the hanger outs in the street and take something random from them. Whereas in some other days they just spread their hands in front of the passers and hanger outs and sellers and cafeterians and other folks and brutes that come to the Street. Those who don’t belong to the Street come there to reach to the end of the street and pass by. Some go to the cafeterians and feel their pit others go to the sellers and buy stuff. You can buy different stuff in the Street.

There all sorts of folks in the street, like I said before some belong in the street others just pass by eventually to reach the end of the street. In my case I am a memoir. But I am much more; just other folks don’t know that yet still I do my task. Even if I talk about being much more than what I do it’s no problem, everyone is much more than what they do or say. Anyway I get distracted sometimes from what I wanted to talk about; it’s the ghosts of the Streets.

Well, these unique blokes there (of course were there, and most probably will be there) have something unique about the way they live. Since they are the forgotten and mostly ignored souls of Freak Street, they just appear where they feel like and pass by to the end of the street to appear back again and continue the circle. What’s the use you say…. Well, that’s how it goes for them.

There are other curious folks in the Freak Street. Some are the Legends others just forgotten but persistent in its former glory but that’s another story for some other day.

 

 

Freak Street: An actual place, the name of the street comes from the term freaks that were used to define the people that were laying high with different agents …got famous from hippy era. The street is connecting point from Basantapur to Ombahal. These are places inside Kathmandu, Nepal.

Hanger outs: those who just hang out in the streets

Cafeterians: it’s a nonexistent word or at least shown as an error but in this case a job of providing food

Memoir: a Word derived from French language which is a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them based on personal observation.

Cause I Like Rain And Love Cats

She Does what she does.

Holds you,

from head to toe,

she drowns you.

 

she sneaks up and hugs you,

she holds you

she makes you run

and makes you hide

but you can’t fight

cause she holds you with all her might

 

Relax,

Stay inside

drink a warm tea or coffee

and let her be

for she is  free

free from you..

 

so just smile

drink your coffee or tea

for she passes by

and does what she does